You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

She grinned as the boy set to his defenses, nodding for each of his proper forms. The wings could be an excellent distraction in the heat of battle, or perhaps he could use them for a more agile dodge and weave… his weight distribution and basic positioning were fine as well, but could use the solidity of adulthood — which would come in time. She thought briefly to herself that she could have used a teacher when she was younger, instead of the erratic style she learned from her own father. The skills she had to date were all bits and pieces she had acquired from her time being beaten up herself, or watching fights from a distance.

But the boy did surprise her. Instead of her needing to clarify for him to attack her, he was lurching forward already. Absinth took it as seriously as she could, but she was facing a pup who chose her toes as his first target— so. There was that. The woman let him get close, eying the Sabre fangs that his grandfather also possessed. This, she wondered, if it was the same advice Sirius had given her. Go for the toes, cut the space between. With a smirk she danced to the side from his attack, and waited for his next move; if he had one. “Come on, what else have you got?” The monochromatic woman encouraged, snapping her jaws upwards in the air as her charcoal tail whished side to side.

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