Firefly Glen wild things

Atshen and Hydra movements were but an intricate waltz; their steps fluid as they moved to react to the others movement. Growing tired quickly, Atshen disturbed their deadly dance to distance himself as he found himself too winded to continue. Saliva pooled in the edges of his mouth, and his tongue lolled-- the indications coupled with his exhaustion that told him in was time to retreat. With this realization, he back peddled as she dodged his last attempt. Once he placed himself a comfortable distance away, he planted himself with stiff legs. Though his exhaustion was evident, there was still a fire that burned in his eyes.