Bearclaw Valley karate lessons

their playful banter stirred up a gloating smile from the girl. now this was fun. 

zephyra saw the glimmer of a sunken hook and yet would still bite the bait as if it were not attached to metal barb. 

the moment tvar feigned his misstep she lurched forward, prepared to grab hold of whatever it was she could find a grip upon; leg, thigh, tail, it did not matter so long as she found purchase upon the brute. 

she knew well enough she could not defeat the man, but if she were capable of leaving him with the thought that she might not just be this frail girl, then that was enough.