Hideaway Strath We go from silence, to sirens

@Kynareth Deagon #12/17 

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Better is better, and there's no denying that. 
And Nyra wanted to be better in every way she could. Thus she calls the Saints Grandmaster again.

Call after call, he’s aware she desires strength and skill. Not only does Nyra want these desirable attributes, but the almighty Kynareth does too.

So, wasting not one second, he speeds to her call. By now they know the deal and he’s swift to stop before her and offer an upwards tilt of his chin as he settles into a defensive stance. “Let’s go, peaches.” He teases.

Much like himself, she wastes zero time, smirking right before she pulls a move she had in the past - going for his leg, grabbing it, and flipping him head over tail as she let go at where his flank would be. A grin fit for Miss Murder sat upon her pretty face while she looked at him.

He has to admit, she’s pretty good. So when she flips him, he’s curling in on himself and kicking strong legs out. His hind legs being the strongest, he wastes no time letting her feel his wrath. 

His kicks are strong as he lies in a defensive stance on the ground. He aims for her face, eyes and nose mostly to see if it would ward her away well enough for him to stand. So there goes a kick to the face and he’s shooting up to defend his turf once more.

A growing sense of familiarity, Nyra wastes no time to start biting for his feet as he kicks out. Enough to hurt like a bitch, maybe, but not aiming to break toes or some shit. She's not that mean.

His attack only does so much and the pale wolf is biting at his paws like some hungry pup. Except it actually hurts and seems to trump his own defensive tactics in swinging himself out of the way. He’s not as quick as he likes to think sometimes it seems. Yet it means nothing to him as he continues hoping back, only to sweep up to rush his thick shoulder into her side as hard as he’s able to. It truly wouldn’t hurt that much, not enough distance between the two to get a good wind up, but perhaps enough to stun and gain some ground.

She stumbles backward from his hit as he throws himself upwards. Huffing sharply, she shakes a brief moment to shake it off before she lunges at him again with paws splayed, aiming for the flat of his shoulder with big, splayed paws.

She’s stumbling backwards at most, but besides that his meager attack doesn’t buy him much time. He’s expecting her weight, but when it hits him, he’s flying off his feet and into the grass. Bringing his hind legs up close to himself to attempt and throw her off with a donkey kick to the chest. All the while his front paws attempt to prevent him from getting eaten by pushing himself away from her.

PP of Kynareth permitted by Malia for wrap-up purposes! :>

His donkey kick is all it really takes to send her rolling messily away as she keeps her teeth going at him. 
Fuck, that hurt. 
Teeth bared, she rises with energy, but it's clear they're both winded for the time being. 

A truce is mutually settled. With a breathy laugh shared between the two, both wolves end up taking off on a partnered patrol of the borders.

Another spar would get them to meet again regardless, however.