Moonspear when people become numbers

A forwardness that could keep her driving towards her goal would serve her well in learning how to fight successfully. It had been an early ticket to various victories herself, so an old sense of deja vu crept on her watching the juvenile make her moves. For Ame, keeping such technique in mind surely helped ensure a share of her wins. The first strike was important, and as a wolf of speed, it was one of her greatest assets; it was good she knew this. "Mystify, mislead, and surprise the enemy," she quipped softly through a playful leer. The words were not corrective, instead to further encourage. These were perhaps among guidelines she knew the girl followed already, just put to words alongside the motions. She was well on the way to having it plenty understood, most likely, and Amekaze continued to track her movements carefully.

Her defenses had already slid into place, so there was little need to remind her there. With that said, though, she curved around—when she fought, there was much motion. She liked it with a flow, circling and spiraling constantly if she could work with the footing. "And as so, the expert moves the enemy, and is not moved by them," she imparted, then demonstrated by swinging snapping teeth towards her limbs, and using her body language to attempt to pressure her into moving too.