Stick 'em with the pointy end

Briar grinned around her weapon as Artorias began to square up with her and gave her the rules of the game–the first to land three hits was the winner. Simple enough. He opened the floor for her to kick things off and with a little nod she did just that. She was far from a novice when it came to fighting and in some ways she knew exactly what she was doing. Her defenses never wavered and her paws were firm on the ground despite the shifting sand under them. Where she struggled, however, was actually landing any kind of hit on her husband. Between the fact that she was still mastering how the dagger felt between her teeth and with Art's far superior experience fighting with weapons she was certainly fighting an uphill battle. She was learning quick though and even though he landed the first tap of his training dagger against her shoulder fairly quickly she was able to defend against his other swipes pretty readily.

Still, whenever she tried to swing in for an attack of her own, she was thinking too much about her form and how to do it and that it left her wide open. Despite a valiant effort for her first attempt at wielding a weapon that wasn't her own antlers, Art landed three taps on her shoulders and forelegs and she relented with a sigh, panting lightly around the handle of the dagger as she looked up to her husband with a grin. Sticking the pretend blade down into the sand, she chuckled and gave him a playful glare. "I guess that means you win... for once," she teased, her tail wagging gently behind her.

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius"