Totoka River We'll be sailing,

Her anger, like his own was prone to do, made her reckless. He saw her motion as though time had slowed down for that brief instance and shifted himself at the last moment to send her sailing past him. Though in doing so he missed a grand opportunity himself to latch onto her as she went by, and his teeth raked through the open air where her flank should have been.

Solpallur made a note of interest at such; perhaps she truly more deft and light of foot than he. But he was built for the fight regardless, even if he couldn’t catch a hold on her winter coat no more than she could him. He entrenched himself again just as he had before, none too unlike a matador waving a red flag at an enraged bull. She could expend all the energy she wanted to coming at him if all he had to do was provoke her.

rolled yet another miss

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