It was no secret that fighting wasn't Isa's passion. She liked feeding people, not beating their faces in. Still, she saw the wisdom in honing this skill. Next time, she would be able to save herself. You know, if there weren't three giant dire wolves against one little old lady. Not that she was terribly old, but she was older than they had been. Had been. They wouldn't be getting any older now.
Sirius came to inspect her stance. It was easier to allow him this now than it had been when they first met. She was more relaxed around him, so when he adjusted her stance and gave her a little nudge, Isa playfully slapped his rump with her tail. The woman did her best to keep her expression innocent, however. Had it just been an accident?
When asked if she would like to be rewarded if she landed a hit, the fae's blue eyes crinkled at the corners, a smile spreading on her maw. "That makes training much more enticing, don't you think?" Isa rolled her shoulders once more, still a little stiff from having been strung up like a pig over a fire. She then threw her weight into her paws and rocketed forward, juking at the last moment to slide to the right rather than the left where she'd been aiming. Isa reached out and attempted to give the giant a little nip to indicate her win.
