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Smack, went her paw across the bridge of his nose, and he nodded appreciatively, about to pay her a compliment when she suddenly lurched sideways. With a groan, more amused than anything, he took this opportunity to teach her a vital lesson--don't ever give your opponent an opportunity, really.

Vercingetorix, if she allowed him to get close enough, would hook a foreleg around her scrawny shoulders and press further against her nape with an iron jaw, forcing her to the ground. Gently, of course, but not without firmness. He might be a friendly teacher, but he was no pushover.