The Sunspire A meeting under the moonlight

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She was never afraid to weather a few scrapes, cuts, and bruises all in the name of a decent spar. Perhaps she did like it more than she should for she even welcomed the injuries to a certain extent (so long as she could still function, she had no complaints) as they were just testament to a good fight. To her it only meant a job well done, whether she technically won or lost in the end.

Rain could move well and this kept Amekaze in motion. After her jaws snapped shut she began to wheel away, and Rain followed rearing up. Ame ducked her neck low, fluffed her hackles to obscure her edges, and attempted to absorb the brunt of it. She took a few of the bites to the backs of her shoulders and each left smarting stings behind.

But then she used this opportunity to whip her own bites towards Rain's haunches as she turned away with a buck. This was to possibly compromise her in any way so that she may sneak in what she could before deciding that this was finished; truthfully, she had seen and heard enough, but there was no harm in keeping this going for just seconds more.