Ravensblood Forest ""Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.""

Missing the dark man's throat Avery stopped hard, circling back slightly. His sides heaved, trying to regain breath. The exertion was beginning to affect his muscles. He took a moment to rest before looking back up to his opponent charging him, knowing he might not get out of this one.

Oh, shi-! Avery thought, just as his side was hit with a hard shove. He was down instantly. The wind was knocked out of him. He panted heavily. He knew he had been beat. He laid on the ground, making no further moves of aggression. Hoping to signal the end of their spar, he stood and bowed his head to his friend.   

Smiling, Avery met Azarov's eyes before chuckling, "I haven't felt this alive in ages!