The Warlord circled Isa after she had set her stance, moving forward, he adjusted one of her paws marginally, until her weight was perfectly distributed. He gave her side an experimental nudge, just to be sure. When her balance held, he circled her once more. He was happy with the rest of her posture, and he let her know with a satisfied nod before setting his own stance across from her.
“Begin the round, attempt to score a point” he instructed her, and then paused, and his expression softened a little again. A hint of amusement in his eyes. “Would you like each point to gain the hitter something?” He said, in reference to the one and only other time the two of them had sparred.
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