Moonspear silver silence

He had grown a bit taller lately and evidently, this had noticeable effect on his grace when it came to maneuvers like these. It wasn't to say he had ever been really smooth on his feet at all times, but this was feeling pretty sloppy to him. Vela didn't give him time or opportunity to be sour about this. He tried to right himself almost as immediately as he could, then prepare his retaliation somewhere in the midst of defending himself. A lot, all at once, the boy snarled and tucked his butt out of reach as he moved the rest of himself to dodge any further onslaughts on it. He wasn't particularly in the mood for teeth on his buns today.

But, in skirting out of the way of that one, he didn't avoid the second--the pounce. She sprang to knock him down and successfully did before he knew it, but on the fall, he decided to try to use this in his favor. As soon as his back hit the ground with a little more force this time, he tried again to drag her down too with his legs trying to tangle and to catch and drag with any momentum from the falling. He didn't let the wind knocking out of him deter him as much as he was able, but if he was going to be down, he had to try to wrestle her down here with him soon.