Being Chased By My Imagination

Akemi had no trouble at all giving the little one the first move. She was just a yearling after all. But that didn't mean the woman wouldn't give a decent effort in battle. Head would align with the spine, single eye narrowing as she scrunched her neck. Chin would tip forward, protecting her throat as hackles raised. Legs were spread to widen her stance, as were her toes, while claws bit down into the soil. Shoulders were rolled forward, muscles tense as she braced herself for the girl's attack. She was sure that she was bound to scare the girl with her attacks, but she had to learn sooner or later that she would have to fight to help protect her pack.

Akemi would allow Anaeia to get close before moving. Her right forepaw would lift, striking out quickly to wrap around the other girl's [Ana's] foreleg around the ankle. As Akemi did this she would feel the small girl's fangs latch onto the lower area of her chest, between her forelegs and about three inches from the very bottom of her chest where it met her stomach. {Area confirmed by Azzy.} The bite wasn't hardly a hold, no real damage done by it.

The woman almost wanted to sigh. The poor girl had no idea what she was doing. She would actually stop what she was doing, catching her paw before it hooked around the girl to look at her.

"Anaeia listen. Let go. We're going to stop this nonsense here and now. You've been thrown into a spar without any formal training, haven't you?"

Akemi vs Anaeia || Spar Training