Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

oooh, I have heard of this notorious pepper squad...

The girl struck yet again. She was, he decided, rather similar to that of the tide at the day's apex: vigorous, strong, and so very relentless. This was the rhythm he had danced his entire life. Indeed, it was the beat that taught him how to survive and how to hone his skills.

So, he only grinned wider now. His heart was tapping like a wild bird, urging him onwards as he moved. It was like clockwork, this pas de deux, and with every breath that pumped out, fervor filled its place. For such a brute of a guy, Embry was light on his feet, and he let the snapping of the ocean pull him farther and farther from reality. 

The droplet surged at him, but the sandy creature was all in now. He had no intentions of backing down. The meat was only a dim fragment of the present within his teeth. This time, however, it was his turn to strike. Instead of stepping back to counter, he pivoted on a forepaw and sent the other in a hard swipe at the girl's legs, hoping to knock her out of balance. Balance, after all, was key.