Mount Apikuni a spar for your thoughts

Grezig panted hard, staring down at Corvus, waiting for his next move. What she was not expecting… was a yield. She sat back with a huff, one leg sticking out a bit awkwardly. She was absolutely exhausted, but satisfied. She gave Corvus a broad grin—something she did not usually give anyone, ever. She was too tired to speak for a time, but eventually, she forced words out of her mouth. “You fought well. I am glad we are allies.” It was true; she was not sure she could have beaten Corvus if it had been a real fight. “I hope I did not hurt you too badly early, when I slammed your face into the ground.” There was a touch of gloating in her voice, but it was tempered with true concern.