you must be swift as a coursing river
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This little Italian male had some spit fire, and it excited Aro Marino to no end. The way his native tongue rolled out of that snout made Aro's eyes burn with an air that words couldn't quite do justice. He was turned on by this little man, and his eyes showed it. Aro was now determined to win. The wink only sealed it. Without much more getting to Aro, the fight began with a twist of his wrist and a flick of his fingers.

Sebastian smiled and Aro nearly saw right through it. He was just standing there with a smile, it was puzzling, but the moment the italian fox moved Aro squared himself ready to block anything. The tuxedo wolf was thrown by the sudden slide down and between his legs. His mind wheeled with all the things he could do, but he needed space, and the fastest way was down. Bending, the square kick to his rump sent him in a purposeful tumble forward. Getting quickly back to his feet he turned to face the little vixen. "...no worries on that, tesoro" He licked his muzzle as his eyes watched the little man. He was quick, real quick and Aro thought about resorting to dirty tactics to get this little man down and to the ground.

Aro decided to test him, figure him out and play with the Italian fox's style. He came at him full on to see what he would do. If he merely jumped back or to the sides Aro would follow. He had endurance to chase the little dude around. If he would attack back Aro would drop to the ground to swing his leg out and take him onto his back. All options ran through his head, and he readied his body for anything.


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