Whitefish River Against the Rising Tide

Half of it was luck, the other was partly from experience, he rolled with every hit and miss and naturally flowed from one moment to the other. Not letting the failures cloud his thoughts or the victories make his head too big to focus. Once standing, he turned to watch as Ira stumbled from his previous attack and moved in to finish this spar and maybe prove his prowess to the Count once and for all.

With her off balance, it made her legs an easy target to finish this all here and now. Moving in for the hopefully final blow, he used his teeth just to grab onto her leg and try to pull to put an end to her balancing act. Should it succeed, he'd triumphantly place a paw on her neck and claim both her neck and a good pin as the victor among them.

Maybe with this victory she'd see him less so as a nuisance and maybe, just maybe, he'd earn some respect from the beautiful Ira.