Moonspear strayed above the highway aisle

Desdemona watched her opponent circle, and kept a focus upon her; watching for the strike. Hydra's teaching had been remembered, to watch the eyes, and watch to where she would go. The other kept low but she knew, she knew where the other would strike and saw it once they darted for her. She was not a fool, this time she knew what could be. An attack to the scruff would be in vain.

A step of the foot, a simple twist of her body, she let the other gnaw at the air as the spider whirled around to attempt the same movement she did. Though perhaps as she was older, and slightly larger, her strength would be greatened as Desdemona hoped to grab, and let the other bow down to the floor in defeat. A hope to win, as an excited glint glowed within her jaded eyes.