Redhawk Caldera Take me on

The fight became a dance, a very fast paced but well considered dance. They were darting in and out in an attempt to hit but avoid being hit. With a dart in here, and a dodge over there, Fitz was starting to lose energy. As the spar raged on, he let Elwood get a few easy swats - at least FitzDutiful knew those moves either needed practice or skipping altogether.

They were both tiring now and Elwood attempted a headbutt and Fitz attempted to dodge this time instead of deflecting. With renewed vigour, a paw was lifted to swipe his opponent, the would be attacker. VICTORY WAS HIS!

"Leave now, would-be attacker!" he exclaimed carrying on the role play of the warrior and the warden roles they were both training for. Although Fitz had won this time it had been too close for comfort. He wanted to prance around in a happy dance circle but, in truth, he was too tired to try. Instead he flopped on to the floor and panted a while, "Good fight, Elwood."

The play was over.