Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

With barely enough time to gather himself and his breath, Mordecai brought his gaze to level with her. Her actions mimicked his own, but only with more ferocity. He couldn't help but be a little humorous with the wave of his own tail, the mix of adrenaline and pride flowed through him not unlike the blood in his veins. He had not truly expected to evade her grasp, and while the skin smarted where she had pulled some of the thicker hairs from his hide, it was a passing glance.

She adapted to him very well, a fact in which spoke that this was not really her first time barreling into a fight. This did not surprise him in the least, and also helped him gauge just what kind of a creature she was beneath that Amazonian status. Not just a guardian. She was like his father, a canine refined into just more than a skilled fighter. She had to be a leader. As she hunkered down and began her charge again, he took note of her streamlined assault towards him. While Mordecai would have loved to use the same tactic again, it would have been foolhardy; she was prepared.

He feinted right and left as she drew closer, trying to stay light on his feet as their distance went from feet to mere inches. Trying to find where she might have had some hint of a blind spot or unexpected opening. With a silent, domineering snarl on his face that was for all show, Mordecai held his ground as their bodies came together. Having already taking a blow from her solid frame once, he was certain he could handle it once again. In the flurry, he grabbed tightly for purchase along her body, prepared to be knocked either well of his feet.