Whitefish River Against the Rising Tide

As expected, his initial blow did not land. As she moved, he mimicked and prepared for her counter attack. Keeping his head tilted in a way to protect his throat from her at all times, Hiero braced himself as Ira came in for her own attack to try and win this little spar. With his feet planted firmly into the soil, he crouched to sacrifice the upper half of his body instead of leaving his throat at all vulnerable to an attack and instead was surprised with her thrusting into him.

She was powerful, as much as beautiful, Ira was dangerous. Like a leopard, she was to be watched carefully as just one wrong move could spell disaster as her opponent. While down low already (fortunate for him and the luck of the roll), he hoped to shoulder her and try to topple the woman over by giving her sort of uppercut with his own shoulder. If he could, he wanted to pin her instead of putting his teeth anywhere around that neck of hers.

If he had a choice, he preferred that above all else.