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Adelle was dodged, but that didn't discourage her. She had been training all her life, and she surely wouldn't lose to someone smaller than her. Neela was much faster than she was, Adelle turning hard to try and keep Neela in her sights. It was a tough twist that put her a touch off balance, but not enough for it to be a problem. She was already shifting back into a balanced weight as the collie struck forwards. The double strike of the fists caught Adelle off guard, jerking her head back and trying to get away from the movement, using her arm to catch the blows.
The feint worked well, and Adelle found herself stepping backwards, struggling to keep her balance up. The hit to the back of her legs did the pup in, sending her sprawling in the dirt. Growling Adelle looked up, wondering how Neela had managed to take advantage of her like that. It shouldn't have been possible. Shaking her head Adelle straightened up, ready to try again. Adelle moved with Neela, circling her. Her eyes measured every part of the collie before she lashed forwards with her leg, kicking at the dog's stomach.