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Towhee had been in countless fights in her life. So rare was it to land a solid hit, she marveled any time it happened. Although this was only practice, she savored a feeling of immense satisfaction, knowing that she would've crushed Shikoba's elbow to dust if they were engaged in an actual battle.

But with every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. Her opponent's muzzle thrust toward her chest with enough force to shove Towhee backward. She reluctantly relinquished her position, springing away. From a safe distance of several feet away, she caught her breath and grinned.

-"That never happens,"- she explained, just in case the sivullik wondered why she was grinning like an idiot. -"I've been a warrior since practically day one and yet I never seem to land hits in actual fights. It just feels like a special achievement."- She huffed a laugh.

But back to business. Towhee braced her forelegs on the frosty ground and then gestured for Shikoba to come at her, so she could demonstrate some defensive maneuvers now.