Whitefish River Against the Rising Tide

He was sure to finish clearing the debris from the arena, even if Ira had taken a moment to breathe, if it would please her, he would do so without being told to. Once it was all clear, he turned to her as she put up the rules of the spar. First to pin or grab the neck huh? Sounded bloodless for the most part, unless the Count decided to rip his throat out in this... worth it. Sounds good to me~

With Ira's leg now fully healed, he didn't know of any weaknesses on the woman. Not that he would take advantage of it either, how could he to Ira? So instead, he would have to do it the old fashion way. Without a growl or raised hackles, he kept his defenses low and aloof, feeling pretty safe in this spar and instead, just ran up to her. Once close enough, he'd stop, crouch, and reach up from below as the easiest way to grab one's throat. 

Because why not try to make it quick? He doubted it would work, but maybe it could give him an opening to work with. At least at this angle, his own throat was protected - all he had to worry about was her finding a way to pin him in this position.