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This next bit of advice stumped Treepie a little. She supposed she didn’t understand the difference. She knew about offense and defense, though didn’t they both require some sort of physical strength?

Before she could ask for clarification, Hakumele posed a question that further befuddled her. Her brows knitted as she gave the question a moment’s consideration. Did he mean literally? Pie supposed she must, though she wondered if she’d lost the thread a little bit.

You’re much bigger than me, with lots of muscle. I assume you have more knowledge about fighting too. If you pushed me—especially if I didn’t see it coming—I probably would stumble or fall, Tiuttuk answered as truthfully as she could. But if I anticipated your attack, perhaps I could brace for it.

Something about her own words prompted a proverbial light bulb over her head. She could not alter her physique by much—although surely there were things she could do to build her muscles a bit?—but she certainly could obtain more experience and knowledge.

Why don’t you try me? she dared with a playful lash of her tail, stepping backward. I’m sure you’ll shove my face in the snow, Pie laughed, but after that, maybe you can teach me a bit about fighting? Maybe we could even—oh, what’s the word? It starts with an ‘s’…