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Towhee kind of thought it was the other way around, though she didn't say anything. Shikoba seemed pleased about the idea of a spar and requested only one condition. Towhee's brow furrowed when the woman indicated a relatively fresh wound on her shoulder.

-"Spars should always be bloodless,"- she opined, -"otherwise they're not a spar at all. They're just a fight."- And whoever had given Shikoba that scar had fought dirty.

The sivullik assumed a defensive position and Towhee shrugged her shoulders in rapid succession, coaxing some limberness into her muscles. She stared straight at Shikoba as she did this, letting the moment stretch out. They both knew an attack was coming but only Towhee knew exactly when.

She moved suddenly, springing for Shikoba's neck. Her lips remained sheathed over her teeth. At the very worst, they would give one another some bruises today.