Shadow Mountain And when we're bored, we play in the woods

He was not sure if she would accept after all, or back down once the challenge was made. She sized him up carefully; the shrewd look upon her face gave his heart a familial thump, thinking she would be right at home upon Moonspear among his sisters. Maybe this stranger held the same level of training as himself? She did take on a physical stance that told him she'd been trained by someone, and then when she finally did deign to attack, she moved with precision. Not a step too many, nor with any more force than required.

She chose to set upon him head-on and he was appreciative of the maneuver—if only because it was his own style of no-holds-barred berzerking turned around upon himself—but Revui could read her too easily. There was only so much one could accomplish with this style of straight-forwardness. She was aiming for his forelimbs and he hesitated to react by a fraction of a moment, curious to see what would happen, only to sweep himself back and away from her with surprising ease. Testing her, to a point.