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Adelle laughed as Aro stood up, hands braced against her blows. Tail wagging she watched him brightly, as happy as could be. Adelle was always ready for a game, so much pent up energy inside her it was impossible to make her slow down. It was changing into a stronger form of energy, rather than the relentless hyper energy that welled inside her, but only time would make the change complete. Until then, she was still very much a child.
A stick was grabbed, and Adelle found herself facing something she didn't know how to fight. Adelle had really only fought hand to hand with others, or wrestling on four legs. Fighting against a weapon was completely new. Blue eyes grew serious as she eyed the stick, stepping around warily. She searched for an opening, not really sure what to look for. Leaping forwards Adelle struck out at him, heavy fist moving to tuck at his stomach.