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This time her response came easier, although she still gave off the impression of extreme unease. Valen listening attentively and nodding occasionally. There were some flaws in her counter, but she'd put thought into it. "Not bad. Couple things to consider though. If I push you away from me, how will you roll under me? You're also facing my heels, so it would make more sense to bite at my knees and kick at my forelegs." Very aware of the damage he was possibly doing to her frail confidence, he paused to think. "As you said, I think I'd try to avoid the kick as well. Either counter it by trying to bite the paw or letting the shove to my hip roll me away from the kick and the stomp. I'd then get to my paws and turn towards my opponent for an attack."

"It might work until you sit on me." At this he chuckled. "Make it the most unpleasant sit ever. And don't be such a defeatist! No one is born knowing how to do this; it takes a lot of practice." How long had he been fighting? Training had started when he was quite small, the details surrounding his first lesson very vague. "I started training when I was a child. Got into my first fight when I was a yearling, got into quite a few after that, but," his lips rose in a wry smile, "I didn't win my first fight until I was two."