Moonspear shimmy, shimmy, quarter-turn

She was game. And not only that, but he noted her stance out of the corner of his eye, and a warm appreciation stole through his chest at the gesture. She wasn't going to go easy; instead she was leveling the playing field. He hadn't expected it, but that she did spoke towards what a good friend she was.

He adjusted too, bracing his shoulders, and tugged left while she tugged right. Initially he simply pulled, a slight smile tugging up the corner of his mouth as he did so, everything about his bearing indicating play. But he kept his eyes on her, looking for an opening, any way he could snag the thing back and gain the advantage.