locked in perpetual motion

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There was the familiar burn of exertion beginning to creep into her muscles already. She welcomed it wholeheartedly, and would relish in any lingering soreness that may begin here. In fact, she expected it, as out of practice as she was.

Jace's offense remained strong. Keeping pace with it was what was wearing her down steadily, and her faltering balance was not helping. Her teeth may have grazed their mark but his own were not far behind. She narrowly ducked away from it, arching her neck away and the rest of herself not far behind, but felt her fur being moved at the touch. Just about then, a new streak of lightning lit the sky and a roll of thunder followed. Once away, she settled, and did not lunge further. It was time to draw a conclusion here and she dipped her muzzle to Jace; he sparred well, and she looked forward to more opportunities in the future. The storm is close now, she panted. It was a good place to stop. While it had sprinkled on and off already, she had a feeling a downpour may be soon to follow.

I thank you. I have enjoyed this, she breathed and let her tail sway slowly. Until next time, she bowed her head and lingered for his parting words before taking off towards a forested copse of mountainside.