Moonspear hansel and gretel

But now, fighting spirit seemed to soar through Maggak. As she peels away from the boulder-hill, she gazes upon Acrux with widened, thirsty eyes.
All good warriors must spar, should they not?
Her pudgy figure bends downward in a little bow, tail a furiously waving banner behind her. She gives a garbled whuff before she lurches forward in a pounce, mouth agape and aimed right for his heels! Prac-tish! for when and if they return, of course.