Firefly Glen wild things

Truth be told, Atshen was tired of the back and forth. Despite his instinct, which willed him forward to rip the other woman to shreds, he remained where he was and stared in her general direction. Their duel had been one which had tested the dark-furred Silencer tremendously, and though he did not share her exact sentiments, Atshen acknowledged her craft. 

With their intermission, Atshen could feel himself slowly regaining his stamina. But even with this sense, Atshen did not move forward. Their battle had come to a clean closer, and though he had not won, he found himself oddly satisfied with the outcome. Not questioning how he felt, as he was also growing more indifferent to the situation by the moment, he called it a draw with a subtle lift of his chin. With this, as he did not care whether or not she had acknowledged him or not, Atshen suddenly turned tail on her to slip back into the shadows, leaving the warrior of Moonspear to her own devices.