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The male had successfully brushed away Amy’s half hearted attack with his Kama. The cream-yellow colored woman swung her sword at the inside of his forearm. She trimmed some of his fur, had he not feinted away from her she might have gotten him good. Landing his feet in the sopping wet terrain she followed him, the ground was doing nothing but working against him.
This rain was really making it hard to do too much of anything in actuality. The Sunders woman had agilely leapt up on some rocks elevating her off the mud. Now she had been standing over him, having the advantage of better grip and position. The Iblis had delivered a kick that struck him in the chest. At the same time she struck him he slipped, falling he slid backwards. Snarling with irritation he scrambled back onto his feet quickly, Dammit. The woman was doing a good job at getting the better of him. Mido knew better then to lose his temper, the first to lose control always lost the fight.
Closing the distance between them the Dasa made a fast sweep at her legs. Hopefully he could make contact and bring her down to his level. The mutt had been covered in mud, the rain was slowing now, there match wasn’t over yet. He had some tricks that he hadn’t displayed yet, just as he was certain she hadn’t been going all out.
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