Barrow Fields If all goes as planned

He pinned her, nose to nose, champagne to lavender. A blush creeped up her cheeks as she then did something spontaneous, she quickly tried to lick his nose before he backed away. How's that for okay? She could feel what would be a bruise tomorrow on her side before she nodded at him, okay, meatier targets. She placed back and forth, because of how light she usually was on her feet it looked almost like a dance.

Larger targets, face is too small. She shook her head to clear it as she charged at him once more, she side stepped before baring her teeth to bite at his shoulder. That was a large target.