locked in perpetual motion

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She was quick, and it was easy for her to feel somewhat proud of her speed. It had been her assets many of times before, in situations far more dire than sparring with Jace, but here she did her best to put it to work. However, there was room for small sacrifices here and there. In order to stay close to keep her offense hot, she pulled aside just enough to only let his teeth graze the side of her snout -- leaving a smarting line in its wake, which was of no consequence for now. She had not been ready to offer a full retreat and snapped towards his shoulder.

Her steps were quick and delicate, too. They had to be -- he rallied to offset her balance, and he did not make it easy to keep it. She hoped to exchange more snaps when she could, focusing on her feet and legs all the while until he managed to offset her step enough to make her fall back -- it had only taken one bad step, but she took it with grace and moved away before it could create a larger problem. For just a second.

She shook her furs and gathered a new approach, one that swept around speedily to nip towards his nearest rear thigh, then down, towards his hocks. He was good at guarding himself, and moving concisely, so Ame would just have to pick and pick until she found something to get ahead -- or have the tables turned on her instead.