Grouse Thicket Queen of Diamonds

She twisted away from him, but he still managed to seek grip her shoulder between his jaws, if only briefly. The wriath twisted underneath him, attempting to grab at the underside of his throat. Nico's head had already lowered, a position he tended to keep the majority of the time he was in combat, so his neck was protected. However, she managed to hold a grip on his chest, causing him to simultaneously kick at her with his forelimbs before rearing onto his hind legs like a horse, a move he'd perfected over time. If he managed to fling her off, he would back away and circle her, waiting for an opportunity.

      Nico was no stranger to combat; his entire life revolved around wars, spars, fighting and bloodshed but he was no fool either. He knew he was not perfect, but he tried his best to perfect the art of combat. In a way, to the soldier, this spar was just as real as any fight in the field.