Moonspear every night falls prey to sunrise

True to her nature, she was an efficient fighter. His own skill paled in comparison but he felt he still put up a good show on the spot, letting glancing blows land where it was deemed best for him to get his own shot in. Her ability was also a swift reminder that she had strength behind all her feminine wiles; he felt his own center of gravity go shifting wildly as she twisted, the take down move more than enough to drop him through the snow beyond where the branches tended the earth.

Winded, he did not yet relent on the grasp of his own lock on her, nor did he struggle against her own. A stalemate then, but not one of great displeasure. Amusement rumbled in his throat as he wriggled briefly, as though he could make the ground beneath him more comfortable. It was not the most ideal of situations to be caught in, no, but he could make do with it. ”You seem rather pleased with yourself,” he managed out as composure came back, only then considering loosening his hold of her.