locked in perpetual motion

It took concentration and attention to detail to match the moves that Amekaze was making with his own. To say she wasn’t skilled would have been a lie of the largest degree. Jace was large, but his father had told him that it was merely mass and if you learned to carry it well you could use it too your advantage…he trained often to gain the grace with which he held himself.

Jace saw her stumble and with a quick movement he turned to push into her side and continue to unbalance her, perhaps then he could make it too her throat and not bite but touch it with his nose and win. He was not out ot hurt her, they were merely practicing and learning and it would do them both well in the long run.

He felt her teeth graze his ribs and grunted softly, but continued his assault, he needed to learn to guard himself better, that much was obvious. He was offensive completely, defensive not so much. He needed ot work on that and he gave a small smile. She was showing him where his mistakes were without really meaning too.