Whitefish River Against the Rising Tide

It had happened fast, too fast. Perhaps she was rustier than she would have liked to admit between her loss to Evergreen and now the clown. Ira's leg was pulled out from under her resulting in a soft thud on the sand as she collided with the earth. Doing her best to keep the surprise off her face, the Count swiped the male's paw off with a quick growl.

Her core burned in more ways than one and it frustrated her perhaps more so than the loss. You're lucky. Except she couldn't keep relying on it being a one-off random chance. she needed to catch up and retrain herself. Not giving him the chance to cherish looming over her, Ira pushed her way up, shoving the man off if he stood in her way. I suppose I must give credit where credit is due though, it's only fair. You did well. The last words were grumbled, but she said them with complete honesty.