Firefly Glen keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

Fig snorted at her comment, but didn't make a reply. This was a fight--he wasn't going to do what she wanted him to. Not if he could help it. Sparring with Fenn was always an interesting challenge. On the one hand, it was simple to take advantage of her disability. If there was any sense you wanted working well for a spar, it was sight. What made it interesting though was Fennec's ability to fight in spite of her blindness. She wasn't to be underestimated because she had learned to compensate. She was unpredictable too because she didn't give the same clues to hint at what she was about to do. Her eyes didn't travel to the direction she was about to go.

"Sorry to disappoint," he replied, knowingly giving way his position. He braced himself when she lunged and twisted so he caught her with his shoulder. Her trajectory wasn't quite what he thought it would be, though, and so it was his side she connected with. He felt the wind sail out of his chest and he coughed as he twisted again, trying to nab some part of her before she could grab hold of him.