Redsand Canyon Voithó

It was another chance to learn, and she would take it with open paws. She locked onto her target and held it for a moment, feeling as his forelimbs stretched and wrapped around her which caused her to release her grip, one burning question in her mind: how could she use this weight to her advantage. She took that moment to relax her muscles, hoping that the sudden onset of gravity where her form had previously supported him would expose him and allow her to shift.
 
Her hope was to roll to her back and kick her limbs up in order to send him staggering back. If she could just knock the wind out of him then she could give herself some time. She had an excited grin on her features the entire time. This was proving to be quite fun… a word she never thought she would use for fighting. She had come to not only expect but also enjoy the bruising and cuts that came from spars, though she was not sure she’d like the injuries from a real fight nearly as much.