She Twerkin' {Training}

"It would be a pleasure to spar with you, Schon." She would say with a small smile as the ebony and alabaster girl would set her defenses in. Anzhelika would do the same, preparing for battle. Her violet and golden orbs would narrow into small slits, a keen part in protection. Everyone wanted to keep her eyesight, no? Her scruff would bunch up along her neck, allowing her easy movement and protecting her vital backside. Her hackles would raise as well, the fur on her back bristling up as her scruff and hackles were raised, the girl aligning her tail with her spine. She would watch as Schon would align her skull with her spine, Anzhelika doing the same as she aligned her skull with her spine and tail. Her ears would flatten against her skull and her muscles would tense, core/abdomen muscles tensing as well as she became ready for impact. Her joints would be loose, easy to bend in case she needed to move quickly. Her claws dug into the ground for traction and she tucked her chin in, protecting her neck. Her lips would curl back and her maw would open in a snarl, ivory daggers pointing out in a snarl. Her cheeks would also bunch up, protecting the fleshy skin on her face and muzzle. Schon would make the first move, charging at her and slamming into Anzhelika's chest. Although they were the same height, Schon weighed less than her, only seeming to cause a bruise to her chest. Her breath would falter a bit from the impact, but her defenses stayed in check. Schon would also attempt to bite her neck, but her grip would be loose and Anzhelika would snap her head away. She would tense her core even more, quickly regaining her breath. She would raise herself on her hind legs, distributing her weight between them. She would attempt to wrap her front legs around her scruff, attempting to dig her claws into the woman's back, trying to get a hold of her. She would open her maw and attempt to sink her ivory daggers into Schon's scruff, attempting to latch on.