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Grappling with Kuroki felt more like a dance than a spar. The horned wolf didn’t seem terribly interested in fighting, but he was putting in the effort. It caught Merc by surprise in fact when suddenly the resistance against him vanished, and they were both falling. The best he could do was try to push off, and angle his fall to land on top. At the same time, his teeth aimed for Kuroki’s scruff. Trying to bring out a clear victor without hurting his opponent.
“You’ll have to fight me for it” he said in huffed laughter, continuing the verbal sparring along with the physical.


"Mercury"