Mount Apikuni a spar for your thoughts

She managed to dislodge him, which was fine. However, Grezig then suddenly rammed into him with brute force. Before he knew it, he was pinned, and her fangs were aimed at his face like a cocked gun. All this being jostled and slammed around like a ragdoll had him spent. He was panting hard, and while he didn't want to truly give in, his body was begging for a rest―head throbbing, muscles aching, and body hot from the sun.

Corvus laughed gleefully, glad to have been able to spar with someone he now deemed of respectable fighting prowess. I cannot fight any further. I concede, good warrior, He said truthfully, tone not holding the teasing tone it did before. After all, Grezig had proven herself worthy of the title.