07-31-2020, 04:55 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | Promising no claws felt reasonable -- Salem sought no stress for Roan. The kodkod nodded quietly, dark eyes flashing from calm to careful thought. Content to read and spend their time together in easy silence, the youth never knew what it was to spar with Keona. The prospect promised interesting -- he knew better than to believe she made an easy opponent.
Escaping the Pitt long before her time as Dealer, regardless of her sight, meant she knew how to hold her own in an unbalanced situation. The best Salem had done was tousle with his siblings before they were separated. He felt uncertain if this meant he was completely outmatched or not; the level of experience made him uneasy but her smaller stature and the clear disadvantages she had to work to make up for... Gave him some pause.
He observed her first and foremost, biting back a sigh as he realized he would make the first move -- she too, wanted to study her opponent. On the offensive first, Salem stood a few paces away, narrowing his eyes. Without working eyes, his friend relied heavily on every other sense -- if he could fake her out, he could land a blow. If he could fake her out.
Salem crouched, tail leveling behind him -- now or never. The youth made for a direct lunge: a simple rush for Keona's left side before rolling at the last moment to make a swipe at her right flank. If successful, he'd attempt to bull her over and pin her then and there.
Escaping the Pitt long before her time as Dealer, regardless of her sight, meant she knew how to hold her own in an unbalanced situation. The best Salem had done was tousle with his siblings before they were separated. He felt uncertain if this meant he was completely outmatched or not; the level of experience made him uneasy but her smaller stature and the clear disadvantages she had to work to make up for... Gave him some pause.
He observed her first and foremost, biting back a sigh as he realized he would make the first move -- she too, wanted to study her opponent. On the offensive first, Salem stood a few paces away, narrowing his eyes. Without working eyes, his friend relied heavily on every other sense -- if he could fake her out, he could land a blow. If he could fake her out.
Salem crouched, tail leveling behind him -- now or never. The youth made for a direct lunge: a simple rush for Keona's left side before rolling at the last moment to make a swipe at her right flank. If successful, he'd attempt to bull her over and pin her then and there.