Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

First roll: 15

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He lifted his head, the ghostly grin appearing at her acceptance of her challenge. 
He'd just have to remember this was a spar and to stay alert in case of the reappearance of the silvered one.

He launched himself forward, a nimble leap to one side then pivoted on his hind legs to spring the other way so he could turn his head and snap jaws at his opponent.
Except, Derg really was out of practice.
His pivot failed, sending him off balance rather than sailing past the white woman, his teeth completely missing her. He'd kick himself if he could. But he needed balance.
Derg scrambled, kicking with his hind legs to press himself forward and up rather than down. 
Down was bad.
He succeeded in his re-balancing but at a cost, he was wide open for her to knock him down; or perhaps she'd take pity on his sorry ass and be gentle with the first hit.

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