After she rushed him, her hit landed. To her surprise, so did his. Isa blinked as she was struck in return, though not roughly. She'd expected him to try and beat her by force, but the tap to her shoulder had almost been gentle. Sirius spoke, mentioning the conditions and asking what she thought a hit gained them. The blue fae considered for a moment, her dainty skull shifting back and forth atop a long neck. "Perhaps landing a hit gains us a request from the other. First one to three gets to make three requests while the other gets to make two."
Taking advantage of the thoughtful moment, Isa sidestepped Sirius and nipped the end of his tail between her teeth. She had used her opponents distracted state to win a hit. Surely he couldn't hold that against her. The smaller wolf pranced away, circling the dire giant. A grin on her maw, Isa spoke, "That's two for me, Warlord." The term that she had once used as an insult had become one of affection. Interesting.
