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They entered the ring and Saul began to move his body softly from side to side. Rolling his weight from right to left foot, he began to warm his muscles up again, pleased that he'd had a good run this morning. He moved to the southern edge of the arena, aware that the sun was at his back. He didn't want to blind X'yrin, but there was also a small part of him clutching at ways he could win this. He knew he was the weaker opponent and he knew that the chances were slim. He supposed that wishful thinking were never going to help him, but there was a certain point to which he knew X'yrin was better at this than he. Green eyes were intent on the autumn female as they faced against each other. His breathing slowed and he knew that one of them would have to make the first move.
It appeared to be her, for just a few seconds later, her leg slid forward, the other following quickly behind the first before she made a dash at him. The first few seconds were spent in panic before Saul moved into a defensive position, not quite crouched but certainly allowed his legs to bend as his arms to come up to cover most of his torso and face. Of course, there was no way he could predict anyones actions and he didn't like to try. Green eyes watched warily as X'yrin's hand darted out, swinging towards his left arm. He allowed the blow, ducking away slightly so that the impact was not enough to severely bruise but for it to still count. Green eyes narrowed slightly as he took a step backwards, away from her bubble of space.
He allowed his right hand to curl into a fist, his muscles flexing for a second before he swung forward, aiming for the side of her face. At the same time, he allowed his left leg to swing out, sliding across the ground to try and impact on her right leg and trip her to the ground. It probably wasn't the most gentalmanly thing for him to do, but this was a spar afterall and one of them had to win. His mind assessed the moves he'd made, slowing them down so that he could see whether each one would hit. In the few milliseconds before X'yrin reacted, Saul was sure they would hit. What a fool he was.
Sparring round 1 of 5
attacks- A punch to the face with right hand. A sliding kick with his left leg to trip her.
injuries- slight bruising to the upper left arm
defense- Left arm still on guard, bent legs to absorb impact, ears and tail tucked away.
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