Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

rosalyn acquiesced. good. sandpiper expected nothing less. "no dirty tricks." she said coldly, squinting at her adversary. "and no blood." these were the rules she would follow -- and unless rosalyn broke this code of sportsmanship, she imagined the tousle would be just that -- a tousle.

her opponent had already adjusted her stance, and sandpiper watched it hungrily, studying the cant of rosalyn's body away from her. for a moment sandpiper mirrored the change herself, but realized if she just stood defensively, a spar would never happen. 

so, with a feint to the right she started her charge towards rosalyn, executing a lightfooted maneuver to the left at the last minute. her muzzle dropped and she lunged for rosalyn's front leg in the hopes to snare it and pull it forward to make rosalyn lose balance.