Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

squared up and waiting, arcturus noted praimfaya gave him no quarter when it came to predictable moves. she was clearly trained, in some manner -- for her gaze betrayed little the way it moved from target to target with no clear direction. he recognized that tactic, and so, remained still: let her come to him.

so she did -- rearing with a speed he underestimated. at first it seemed she went for his right leg, and arcturus prepared for that by swinging his muzzle towards her -- but at the last minute she feigned for the left. her teeth raked his shoulder, loosing dark fur from his hide.

so this match was to be one of subterfuge - arcturus had learned from the best (hydra) when it came to guise. he smiled, countering her move with a gritty push of his shoulder towards her. she had gotten him by surprise, but would not again.

with their bodies close, arcturus met praimfaya's gaze, and then followed his counter with a snap towards her elbow.