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She may have been avoiding polishing her battle training ever since her return to duties. Climbing has sharpened along with her claws back to the finely - honed blade of instinct it'd once been; her paltry hunting skill restored to its semi - competency; nose and eye attuned to the correct tracking frequency to tail a cat across the entire territory. Combat, though . . . combat remains dull and she knows she's let that sword grow far too rusty . . . she can hardly expect to pass on the skill to her apprentice, though, if her own is lacking. But . . . any time she thinks of flesh under her paws and the clashing sounds of battle, all she can think of is Harrierstripe's blood souring on her tongue.
@Johnnyflame, she hopes, will be a good reintroduction to the skill; collar - adorned and ginger - patched, cheery and chipper, the lead warrior is both a Clanmate she likes and the polar opposite of the last cat she'd really had to fight. That, and a good match of skill, perfect to test her limits and scrub the rust away. The light, mist - like rain that descends from the sky does nothing to deter her as the two of them square off on the damp ground of the Sandy Ravine, a traditional place for sparring . . . and for good reason. Its soft, forgiving ground will no doubt be appreciated by her today, given her rusty skills.
" Ready? " she mrrows in attentive tones, nodding when she receives an assent. The tabby paces a half - moon of a battle circle and then throws herself at the chimera, aiming to deal a heavy - pawed but clawless blow to the junction of chest and shoulder and leap just as quickly back.
@Johnnyflame, she hopes, will be a good reintroduction to the skill; collar - adorned and ginger - patched, cheery and chipper, the lead warrior is both a Clanmate she likes and the polar opposite of the last cat she'd really had to fight. That, and a good match of skill, perfect to test her limits and scrub the rust away. The light, mist - like rain that descends from the sky does nothing to deter her as the two of them square off on the damp ground of the Sandy Ravine, a traditional place for sparring . . . and for good reason. Its soft, forgiving ground will no doubt be appreciated by her today, given her rusty skills.
" Ready? " she mrrows in attentive tones, nodding when she receives an assent. The tabby paces a half - moon of a battle circle and then throws herself at the chimera, aiming to deal a heavy - pawed but clawless blow to the junction of chest and shoulder and leap just as quickly back.
OOC : No need to wait for Johnnyflame to post!♥︎