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I will not bow, I will not break;
Her ears moved from their pressed position on her skull to the attentive peaks of a pupil listening, and then her head tilted to the side. They wouldn't be paws-on today? Oh well, it would have been fun. Instead, he asked her about muscle groups. She had no knowledge of anatomy, other than where some of the pressure points were. "I admittedly don't know a lot about anatomy, I probably should have studied more when I had the chance." Back home she had been taking such lessons as part of her training, but all that had been tragically cut short.

She could only guess at his next question, but she could assume it would disrupt the intestines. "I can only guess that muscle is a tender area, from the sounds of it, as such attacking the area would hinder motion and probably disrupt the gut." He had her full attention, her mind ticking away at the possibilities. What could that muscle do, and how would attacking it help her in a fight? Eager to learn as always, Atreyu kept her ears perked as she reclined on her haunches and waited for him to tell her its purpose and the use of it in a fight.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'