A matter of pride

Sirius

Her agreement came easily enough, and while the Warlord did not expect to avoid or block every blow she landed - a battle simply did not work like that - He did not think she would land many, nor ask any question he could not answer. She simply did not know him well enough.

So it came with some surprise when she began the dance, stepping aside him. He expected her to go for a leg strike and began to block accordingly, only to realise she had gone for his tail. She landed a nip - mostly on fur - and a little tug. Likely to ensure he could not deny that she had succeeded.

“Very well, ask away” he said, and when she did, his face hardened. Wiping away any expression, any mirth. The answer came easily to mind. But speaking it was something else entirely. “Failing to save my wife.” He said, voice falling back into a snarl. He struck like a snake, but anger vibrated through his bones. And when he fought with anger, he telegraphed his attacks. She dodged his attempt to nip her shoulders. He fell back into a stalking circle, and they both paced about each other.

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A matter of pride

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Sirius