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Her brother failed to escape, and was shaken with the blow, dust from her paws invading his gaze. When he blinked over and over, a devilish sort of grin grew on Mira's face that seemed atypical for a child. Soon though, he was coming back at her fiercely, rattling her brain in turn. She was a child; and had no fast reflex to dodge- and likely neither did he, and so their battle was one of continuous success and failure on both ends. It took a moment for her to gather herself after the blow, but once she had, Mira elicited a little snarl, baring only the tiny beginnings of milk teeth. She ran at Altair, wishing to try something different, curving a path around him with the intention of grabbing ahold of his tail.