Sun Mote Copse I've been swimming from the Wallace

As Fennec rolled, she managed to get her feet pretty immediately under her.  The ground was flat and clear, which helped, but there was no way she could both level-set and rise before Niamh was upon her.  Somewhere along the line, the blind girl had forgotten this was a spar.  Instinctually, she lifting her shoulders to protect her neck from the worst of it.  Her stomach was protected at least, but Niamh's shot would land, whatever it was. 

Meanwhile, Fennec hunched, tottering with the remaining momentum of her desperate roll.  She snarled with frustration and a slight edge of fear, and her ears slicked back, but she hadn't given up yet.