Sun Mote Copse I've been swimming from the Wallace

Close fights meant less warning, and Fennec had no way to know what was coming.  All she could do was respond.

Niamh's kick took her leg.  Her center of gravity was low, but she'd overbalanced herself by twisting to lunge in.  She fell sideways, landing heavily on her shoulder.  Pain radiated, but she couldn't stay here.  Immediately she rolled and kicked out powerfully with her hind legs and forelegs, hoping to catch Niamh before she could take advantage of the position.  There was no aim, only silent furious desperation.  The momentum would keep her rolling, but she'd need to regain her feet almost immediately, otherwise this spar would be over quick.