A faint smirk confirmed the enjoyment. The stranger had fought with her for mere moments, and it looked like she was already picking up how to use the dagger. It probably wouldn't be long before Terra's skills were outmatched against her, as clumsy as she was. The injured leg didn't help any, true, but Terra simply wasn't good at battle. She was too easily distracted by more attractive things to do, such as stealing and wandering and playing and, well, pretty much anything else.
Surprise flickered at the words as the dagger was buried down. No? You don't enjoy the challenge? That was what Terra liked. Actually, that was the only thing she liked about it. I rather like working on dodging the blows, seeing if you can trick your opponent, slip in a strike. It's amusing when I fall for the trap as well. It teaches me. She wouldn't fall for the same trick twice. Nodding her head Terra looked to the dagger. Grabbing it she managed to pull it out. Anytime. Just howl. With the blades secured Terra worked on limping back towards the pack. She was tired, and as soon as she crossed the borders Terra was going to sleep.
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