Redsand Canyon Voithó

The woman rolled back, and Arsenio followed. He did not want to allow her to place distance between them. The more time that she had to regain her footing and thoughts, the more time there was for her to plan her counter.

Aquene kicked up against him. The air was knocked from his lungs. Arsenio hacked and coughed but did not cower against the touch of her feet. He shoved his frame against her own, pushing through the wheezing that he felt in his chest. The healer looked like she was enjoying herself, which was all that the mercenary could have hoped for.

The redstone wolf snapped at her with his teeth, not aiming to draw any blood. He hoped that he might nip at the underside of her throat to spark fear. There would not be much more sparring in them if they kept up at the pace they were going, but Arsenio hoped that she might have learned one or two things in the effort of it.