Moonspear silver silence

In his training so far, he had learned that a close eye on the opponent revealed far more if you knew how to look. He was still learning. He tried to watch her paws, and therefore her legs, but also looked to see where she was looking.. all at the same time. The plan was to be able to tell where she was going to go next. Of course, there was room for improvement here like all things, but he made for an earnest attempt anyway.

When she charged, he evaded..mostly? She had come faster than he anticipated, which tripped him up already, and in trying to whirl his entire self out of reach, his long legs didn't get the entire message fast enough--so the transition was awkward at best, sending his hip bumping roughly into her shoulder--so he thought, maybe, as he was busy getting the stumble under control before she could knock him over any worse. Which, with her momentum and him falling all over himself, it was enough. He tripped and had to lose time and force getting himself back up, so his meager defense in the midst of everything was the only thing to rely on.

As soon as he could he untangled, sprawled out his feet, and remembered distinctly: balance was very important.

i'm skipping ame for a bit ;D