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it had been a good choice, this — he attended their spar eagerly. without the cloying throng of beloved women to cloud his thoughts for the moment, mahler devoted himself fully to their grappling.
hers was a gambit he would not have considered for himself, given his height. mind worked quickly as she dragged him forward; he followed to keep his balance, sending his jaws downward to test how wide they might fit round her skull.
of course this was only a game; he would not dare close them harshly on any part of wylla. but his own plume cut the air behind him, lavender eyes brightening with the pleasure of a fencing match.