Lost Creek Hollow cause everybody plays the beautiful game while out in brazil

She'd shelved the thoughts for now.  More important things!

Yeah, he'd managed to put his brain back together in time to react, so Treason threw her weight forward so that her hits would actually connect.  She slammed a shoulder in to him to try to test how sturdy he was on his feet, and he gave, but not enough.  The bites she gave him were along his side, and far less gentle than previous ones.  These certainly hurt, controlled enough to not do damage most of the time, but yeah, ow.  Hie struck similarly and she kept a tally of his wounds versus hers, and some points against her were acceptable.  And a little pain was probably good for the soul or some nonsense like that.  Treason didn't linger too long, taking a step back before diving forward again at him more directly, lashing her head at him at the last minute to try to strike at the side of his neck, close to his skull.  It was risky but it was good to practice on someone that wasn't going to outright slay you for taking a chance.  Theoretically if she got a good grip, it could stop him from being able to turn around and bite her in return, but it'd have to be precise.  If not.. Well, she'd have a chance to switch back to something she was more comfortable with.

She felt so out of practice, honestly -- at least on the attacking part -- she was typically a pretty reactive fighter, letting the other make the moves but that hadn't been the case here.  It was still something she had to work on.  Let alone her player.  But hey, Treason did enjoy spars, if you looked past the teeth at least.