RIGHT TO REMAIN VIOLENT ☆ spar

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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The barest of fighting knowledge that Feza possessed swiftly came to fail her. Trying to move away so she wouldn't be hit had met swift failure. She wasn't fast enough for such a tactic. Her head turned to the side when she was swatted at, mostly the force having moved her. Feza recoiled back a pace, her wings giving another flap. More so a startled motion with little movement being generated by said movement. She expected for claws to dig into her face, and her entire form tensed up when she expected the blow. It made it all the more easy to shove her shoulder and push her over. That, and the height difference was another gracious factor. Feza was small for a snow leopard. She had dwarfism. Her legs were smaller than usual, and her height suffered as a result. It made her far smaller than her sparring partner. "I- I- I don't want punted," Feza stammered. Her sentence was odd and broken, probably because of the feeling of paws batting at her again. She wasn't naive enough to know that if this was a fight, that would have probably done it. Spilled her guts all over the place in such a simple motion. The other wasn't using his claws, and the snow leopard supposed that she needed to do the same. It made Feza briefly feel bad about her first move, where she had used her glitter glue coated claws. It didn't seem to have hurt at all. Was she glad for such a thing? It didn't help her realize that, in truth, the glue had removed one of her methods of self defense. All she had were her claws and teeth, and her claws were useless. The vibrant feline tried to kick at her opponent with both of her feet, trying to shove him off of her small form to cease the raking of her belly. Feza could all too easily imagine actual claws tearing at her. It wasn't hard. The nightmares every single night of a lion tearing into her flesh was far too easily able to come to mind when something so similar was happening to her in the waking world. Her panic was hidden under her rapid kicking, such being the exertion used to try and compensate. Rapid and sporadic, the usual sign of someone in combat who had absolutely no idea what they were doing.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY