Parce Qu'ils Croient

She’d slammed herself into the ground a lot harder than she had wanted to, her limbs seeking to hit any part of him so long as it would keep him from pinning her down like the last fight. She probably could have just tried to dodge but the attack came so suddenly her first thought had been to avoid him getting a solid hold on her. That meant keeping her scruff safe from being grabbed and used to her disadvantage. Aresenn was wise to move back before her paws found their way into a not so nice place. Instead her counter attack hit his chest with only enough power to set him back for a moment it seemed. She let out a cackle when he warned her to be careful with her attacks. “Right- I almost forgot you had balls!” Absinth grinned widely, sitting herself up as quickly as she could before he came at her again.

This is a spar. Spar. She tried to drill the thought into her head. To ensure her body wouldn’t automatically switch to lethal force and to try and have fun with it; However this distracted her for a moment- a moment too long as he surged forward immediately, his jaws finding purchase on her right shoulder. Fucking karma. The monochromatic girl felt his teeth apply pressure onto her flesh, and she winced in anticipation for the incoming pain… but the searing tear she expected to come did not. Right. Spar. She had to remind herself again, tail lashing behind her in amusement that he had gotten her on the shoulder. “Looking for revenge, Aresenn?” Absinth growled mockingly at the fiery boy, attempting to push her body forward on her haunches to a standing position.

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