Basanti vs Mercy

 
Her mother had assigned her to a pale faced girl. One who was smaller than herself, as most were. Moving away from the crowd, she would seek to put some distance so as not to bump into anyone else. Turning around, she would seek to face the woman, wanting only a few feet between them. A smirk would toy with her lips. "You may have the first move." She would dip her head, her defenses settling into place. Her ears fell back against her skull, eyes narrowed, hackles lifted, legs spread equidistance and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, tail aligned with her spine, crown lowering to also align with her spine, chin tucking against her throat, shoulders rolling forward and neck scrunched. With her weight evenly distributed, she would await her opponents attack, curious to know if her brother trained warriors as ruthlessly as her mother did.
 

"BASANTI vs MERCY for SPAR: round 0/2"