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A good start, at least she was on the right track. Halo moved awkwardly, but she was thankful that Sirius was humoring her as she learned. It was clear that the pups here had a good teacher in the Warlord himself. He was gentle in the way that he defended against the healer's cautious attack.

At the sight and sound of the knife, Halo's eyes went wide. A feat of engineering, and one that she hadn't been anticipating. Holy cow. Still, there was barely any pressure on the tenderhearted creature, and for that she was glad. Harrying, the term comes... it makes sense. Weaving in and out of combat, not getting caught as she was in her current spot. There was also the question of wounding someone enough, especially in the legs, so she could run off. That was something Halo figured she could absolutely handle.

Consider how you would get out if someone was holding you like this, his instruction came. Halo thought for a moment, considering the blade at her scruff. The moment stretches longer than she would have liked, when the pale girl realizes something. Her legs aren't restricted. Still, the idea made her wince, and she would explain her thought before actually acting on it. "I could, theoretically, um... kick you in the nuts?" It wouldn't apply pressure to her neck against the blade, and would likely cause enough of a distraction to get her free. "Sorry," it was a preemptive apology. Was a kick in the crotch considered fighting improperly? Or impolitely? It certainly felt impolite, but self defense was self defense.

"Halo"