Begin With Yourself

Avacyn paused as she rammed into her brother, using the brief moment she had while he rolled back to his feet to reset her own fighting stance, knowing full well that her mate wasn't going to give up so easily. They were two sides of the same coin, but both of them were just as stubborn and resilient as the other. She grinned with a playful glare as he reset his composure and insisted that there was "no more mister nice brute" before he charged forward once more. She braced herself, expecting him to ram into her or perhaps try to grapple her, and she was ready to dodge out of the way as soon as he was within range of her. However, he stopped short, surprising her enough to catch her off guard as he changed up his approach at the very last second to instead leap and pounce on top of her. It took her one second too many to figure out what he was doing and by the time she tried to scramble out of the way it was too late.

She made a soft "oof" as his massive frame landed on top of hers, feeling his powerful forelegs wrap around her a second before she was suddenly pulled off of her feet, the pair tumbling across the ground a time or two before landing with Saracyn pinning her to the ground beneath him. She tried in vain to squirm away from him, twisting her head to try and nip at his forelegs to get him to release her, but she couldn't quite reach and her struggling didn't get her anywhere. After a few moments she finally relented with a resigned sigh, chuckling as she turned her head to peek back over her shoulder at him with a grin. "I guess you're not the Commander for nothing, hm?"

"Avacyn Mendacium"