Sun Mote Copse Dance of the sugar plum fairy.

In the moment he missed his grab at her, Penn fell into the trap his impatience, sour temper and determination usually laid for him. This was the part where he let his frustration and eagerness take control, which meant reckless moves and sloppy mistakes. He wasn't self-aware enough to recognize it, though, which is silly seeing as he started his matches off by trying to push his opponent into the same trap. Ah well. Off he went.

Penn spun to face her again, hackles raised in annoyance as he licked the tiny smear of her blood from his teeth. He didn't waste any time in rushing at her again, this time aiming lower to try and snag one of her legs. Worst case scenario, he'd barrel underneath her and use his bulk to throw her off balance. Except he really wasn't very bulky to anyone except maybe Sugar Glider. I feel bad for this kid.