FALLING TOWARD THE SKY | {OPEN, WASH AND CAROLINA SPAR}

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The Arabian leopard was easily dwarfed by the bigger feline, but it didn't faze her too much as she settled down nearby, tail swishing back and forth in anticipation, almost as if expecting, no, hoping, that a surprise attack would occur, but unfortunately, she was not to be included in this sparring session. This would definitely upset her greatly for a few moments, but still. Watching somebody spar didn't give that feeling of satisfaction when your attacks made contact, the feeling of skin ripping, the excitement and adrenline in your veins until your opponent was too injured to go on, or swallowed their pride, and forfeited. Or, in extreme cases, was killed. It didn't matter to Thea. As long as she won.

"What're you doing?" The younger child tilted her head, curious, making sure she was respecting his personal space, though, maybe if she didn't, he'd fight her. Pale eyes would settle on the male, curiousity lingering.