Frostfire Ridge and all was black and still

successful hit Its fine :)

Spartacus's teeth snapped at her leg gently, making sure he would not break through skin. While they were both (probably) seasoned warriors, they were still packmates not enemies and this spar was just a friendly one, a small training to test each other out. No blood was to be shed between them Though truth to be told, the Gladiator thought that rule to be rather useless, blood would always be shed no matter what. In the end, it didn't matter. 

The black Amazon pitched forward, Spartacus's hit having connected. Regaining her balance, she lunged, teeth snapping at his face, the Gladiator was used to such hits and simply sidestepped before immediately charging forward, aiming to once again push her over but this time using his weight to unbalance her instead of pulling her leg.