reaching for cloud cloaked skies

The woman is far lighter on her feet than Víðarr is. It's enchanting, almost, the way that she moves. He tries not to get too wrapped up in it... though, between that and his proximity to her, it's a bit more difficult than he'd care to admit. The pair moves in time with each other, practiced, a dance... a dance that has far more history than either were likely to admit. If one thing was for certain, she was a formidable opponent. Víðarr was grateful to have her here, for her help sharpening his skills. It feels good. All of it feels good, and he feels as if he's well and truly alive with it all. Brilliant.

She dances, darts in and out of striking range. Víðarr dislikes the distance that's between them for more reason than one. Yes, more than just the spar... no, he needed to focus. The shadow needed to focus, and yet here he was, thinking about how nice it was to be close to her. Tenshi moved lithely, and the shadow moved to close the gap between them as well. She swings her rear in his direction, and for a moment Víðarr is taken aback. Ah shit-- wait no, she's checked him in the hip. It makes contact, and he feels himself rocked on his own paws. A brassy chuckle curses his throat, and he reengages fully, springing upon her as best he can.

If the shadow gets what he wants, he'll have his muzzle pressed against her neck, his teeth searching through the rich coat there. An attack or... well, in the heat of battle, shit happens. An attack but also... maybe something else. Víðarr could neither confirm or deny, but he'd do what he could to stay close to the woman. It was hard for him to deny himself.
"Viðarr"