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The sound of someone's voice caught his attention. The coyote turned his head, a death glare aimed in her direction. The rhythm of his blades faltered, and a ringing blow sent one flying out of his hands. Growling he dropped his arms, stepping over to retrieve the blade. Didn't she know better than to interrupt someone when they were training? Grabbing the sword Raoth looked up. That was right, this was the new pack leader. She didn't look like much. Alyssum clearly had some coyote blood in her, mixed with something else. Her bright outlook did little to assure him that she knew what she was doing. Probably some pet of Jazper's that he decided to promote.
Raoth snorted at the stupid question. Of course he knew how to fight without it. Did she really think such a vital part of his training as a bodyguard would be missed? He could do it. Invited to spar with her his lips curled. Did she seriously think that she stood a chance against him? He'd spent most of his life brawling. There had been no formal training until Amy took him in, but he was still quite good at it. Dropping both blades Raoth stepped back, nodding. Sure, he could humor the mutt and spar with her.
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