Lost Creek Hollow cause everybody plays the beautiful game while out in brazil

It failed, as was expected.  More practice needed.  But apparently Terance wasn't too particularly fond of her choice of attack, not only shoving her off her mark, but growling and giving her an assumedly sharper bite to her muzzle before she was able to pull herself out of reach.  On the other hand, though, she had her devious smile again, growling back for the thrill of it, eyes flickering.  She apparently rather liked it when the other combatant got more aggressively into the spar.  Given her other behavior, perhaps that was unsurprising.  So of course, she had to push it again.

She backed up, head dipped slightly as she would to protect her throat in a real fight.  Her last step-to-be wasn't a true one -- she prepared to spring forward instead, slamming her raised paw down and pushing off to clear the short distance that was between them.  Treason lunged forward, low, maw open to try to hit where his shoulder met his neck to force a short-range brawl.