Haunted Wood Gin and Tonic

Her teeth met her mark drawing a yelp from her opponent. It seemed all too normal for the general who usually only fought for her life, but as Vanity closed in on her scruff she was reminded this was not a life or death situation. The softer clamp suggested she may have been a tad too rough....well it was a spar after all. A wound surely was not that uncommon.

The firey woman released her grip turning to wrestle her way out of the grunt's hold. Alison swiveled her muzzle upwards attempting to latch onto the other, and once she managed a decent handle, rolled her head using the force of her body to topple them over. Should Vanity let go in the fall, Alice would shake herself off and press a paw to pin her down with a smirk. I hope you weren't expecting this to drag on?