03-07-2009, 01:42 AM
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She almost teetered off-balance, but he was reeling from the recoil and unable to finish what he had started. But it had been enough as it was, and he came around just in time to narrowly avoid the snapping jaw and her aggressive little smile with a bob and weave of his own. Another growl rumbled in his chest; his lips curled back to reveal a glimmer of pearly white teeth. He warned her, yet had a feeling it would not stop her. Instinctively he struck again, going once more for the leg that she favoured so, willing to take a little brute force in return if it meant she would learn a lesson. There was no such thing as fighting dirty in his shaping mind, it was all black and white.
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