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Daggers were perfect in Terra's mind, an extension of her claws, though larger and stealthier. Already a sneak and plotter, a weapon that put her inside the other's comfort zone was a great advantage for Terra. She could move perfectly comfortable, even throwing her teeth in for good measure. She wasn't quite quick enough at the attack this time though, trying to mimic a block she'd seen. The knife ran across her arm, a thin cut that bled into the ground.
Snarling with pain Terra twisted, her teeth snapping at the hand even as she drew her dagger up, ready to plunge it into the other's stomach. She hadn't been taught how to defend, or even how to make a move that forced the other to surrender. All she knew was what her instincts told her, and they let her draw her blade back just in time, held over the stomach, ready to slide it open. Canines didn't naturally fight to the death, usually forcing the other to submit. This was different, but Terra still tried to apply it.
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