locked in perpetual motion

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While never having experienced it herself to the extent she believed Jace to, she understood the ugly flames of hatred and fury. Amekaze could accept it, though, so long as his teeth did not turn on her in pure unbridled rage without cause -- she would have no qualms. Besides, even if it did come to that, it may only make for a good fight. Perhaps she was too nonchalant about it and not fearing what she rightfully should, but Amekaze was notoriously aloof anyway.

I would much rather learn to understand than chase away. That is a coward's response, she smirked, and dipped her muzzle in a small bow to acknowledge his thanks. Then, she allowed her focus to shift towards the spar. She would have to shake the rust loose, but she got the feeling that Jace was the perfect opponent to let her work this out.

She lowered her muzzle defensively and took to motion with a fluid stride forward to arc a path towards his sides. Amekaze used this moment to loosen her muscles. Her tail waved, though, excitement beginning to course as she made her first lunge towards his legs to test his balance. She often used her speed to her advantage but knew not how to approach Jace as an opponent just yet, but these first critical seconds would allow her the chance to learn.