Lion Head Mesa lenimentus

So they were to spar — Siptah nodded, swallowing hard and trying to dispel his sudden panic. He hoped it didn't show. He focused on his form, adjusting his weight as he was shown. Siptah listened intently, and when told to defend, he felt unready in both his body and his mind.

He didn't even have time to get ready. It was a split second before he was attacked, but the Imperator did not use teeth. The blunt blow struck his shoulder and he was buffeted back; he tried to dig his weight in, to make himself immovable, though that was hard against such a large opponent. His maw instinctively went in to strike back, reaching for the side of the Imperator's neck. He made sure to keep his maw closed.

The Prince had kept his balance, despite having been shoved back an inch or two, and he looked up to Germanicus a moment later, questioningly. Had he done well?