A matter of pride

It was obvious that he hadn't expected her to land her blow simply by the look on his face and the way that his body zigged when it should have zagged. The woman asked her question and he snarled back an answer. Isa's ears tipped back and her brow furrowed. For a moment, there was pure emotion within the fae's blue glass eyes. A deep sadness glittered within those icy depths. She understood, but wasn't able to say so as the man wasted no time in returning the attack.

Isa used the man's anger to make the same exact move, looking as though she was going left, but she went right instead. One paw reached out and tapped the brute's knee. Another point for her. The blue and white woman turned to face him once more, her breathing a little heavy due to the strenuous movements. Her ribs ached and there was a dull throbbing in her lightly splinted leg.

"What happened to her?" The woman's voice was softer now and there was no hint of the former surliness that was her normal way of speaking to him. She continued to circle, but there was a bit of a limp in her step now and it was obvious that her movements were a bit stiff. Isa felt as though she wouldn't be making another hit.

"Isa"