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While he had been trained by his siblings from an early age, it was always in the offensive style. He'd never had to be defensive, although Hydra had tried to impart as much skill as she could during her lessons. In this moment, as Revui struggled to get to his paws amid the flurry of snapping teeth and misplaced momentum of attack after attack, he could not get to his paws. He could not lunge in to Skoll's periphery or overwhelm him, which was what Revui often did while fighting.

He had to welcome the other man's attempts, instead. Let him get close. Let him push and prod and snap, while trying to counter with his own teeth. It was not something he was accustomed to and so his reactions were sluggish; his snaps met air more often than not, and the further they fought the more crowded Revui felt. He did not like this. He did not feel powerful against the ground like this. And so, while the spar continued, a kindling rage began in his heart.