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Aro quickly leaped back out of reach of the dog, leaving her to think about what to do next. The stick whacked her leg, startling Adelle deeply. It didn't hurt, but Adelle wasn't used to thinking about how to fight against something that had a longer reach than she did. What was she supposed to do now? She bared her teeth at the teasing words, preparing herself to fight back against him. There was no way she was going to give in.
Her ears pricked up at his words, lifting from their flopped position. Grinning she charged in again, wrapping her hands around the stick. It was hard to grip in the metal, but as soon as she was sure that she had a solid grip Adelle yanked back as hard as she could. She was going to make sure that she didn't fail in this. Adelle was a warrior, and she wasn't one to give in.