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

terance probably should've expected more than normal pressure bites from treason, probably, but they still caught him a little off guard. either way, he didn't back down -- for quite a few reasons, one of them including fragile masculinity or something. treason would also absolutely call him a name. plus, it really wasn't like terance to back down from a spar when there wasn't actually a clear winner. i don't know why i bothered writing all this out. 

she stepped away from him, giving terance another chance -- a better chance -- to ground himself and prepare for her next attack. terance was, after all, built for defense. while treason and all of her sharkiness was good for offense, terance was more comfortable in his own ring. all that aside, if she was out of practice, he couldn't tell. 

this time, she came at him more directly, taking an insanely unexpected shot at the side of his head -- near his neck. terance was slow to move as a whole body, but not pieces of him, and so he moved his head quick enough to clash his muzzle against hers. this earned a heavy growl from terance, who hadn't expected such a bold move in a casual spar, but he trusted treason enough not to stop the fight. miraculously. he stepped forwards roughly, teeth now snapping at her muzzle while it was in range, looking to shove her back again.