Frostfire Ridge and all was black and still

missed!

Spartacus dodged her attacks easily and charged at her, managing to use his weight to unbalance her and make her fall to the ground. But she recovered from the attack quickly, launching herself at him as soon as she rose back onto her paws. Deftly sidestepping her attack once more, he too, began circling the black Amazon scout, eyes the color of fresh snow analyzing her movements, waiting for an opening, a gap in her defenses. She was a good fighter, he did not doubt it, a woman who was skilled in the arts of a warrior, she would be a hard opponent to defeat.

But he was no stranger to fighting, having spent quite a few good months as a Gladiator to a bunch of Romans. And although he seemed to be a bit rusty, with a bit of training, he would be as good as before, if not better. Launching himself forward, Spartacus feinted a strike to her forepaw before going for her shoulder.