to the races

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Her speed would be an impressive prospect for the battlefield – he might have had weight on his side, but it would be useless if he could not catch her.. and had this been a true fight, he would not have been able to remain so still, else she could have landed a deadly blow to the man.

A part of him was loathe to make any move against her, and yet, in the past he and Bazi had sparred many times. Yet, at one point in their relationship, the friendly spars had turned more serious – and Bazi’s attacks upon him had at one point turned serious.

She made to nip at him again, a grin upon her face, and his jaws shot forward, aiming to give a gentle nip toward her ear, though she was about to spring away – whether his target was on point, he did not wait to see, his own form moving forward with her, to keep her within reach of his playful jaws.