WaLoS - Friendly Spar

Heimdallr crouched slightly, turning the wooden sword in his grip. His opponent had gotten the hang of this two-legged shape _quicker_, and that was trouble. Hugeleikr was _clever_ and fought _dirty_. He was going to have to _improvise_. Just balancing on hooves instead of paws and holding an object in his front legs-- "arms" was enough trouble! Damn Darhaskos and his pranks. He hadn't been expecting their pack to get hit with it this year.

But he wasn't going to _lose_. Not like this. He slid a little deeper into the crouch, pushed down through his deerlike hooves, and sprung at his opponent.

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Hugleikr stood poised and balanced across from his opponent. Left hand wrapped around the hilt of a wooden saber, the other tucked into the small of his back so he could show off. He stood on four-toed hooves wrapped in dark silver fur, and balanced himself with a twitching, leonine tail in black. The fur climbed to his waist, then up his back, framing a well defined, _slender_ torso.

He'd noted with pride that he was considerably taller than his opponent. The long legs and torso both owing to that. Being able to stand up straight helped.
Heimdallr _moved_, and Hu shifted, _rotating_ his willowy limbs out of his friend's path, and lifted his foot to catch Heim's unsteady ankle. "C'mon, you've gotta be faster than that!"

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Hu's foot caught Heimdallr's ankle-- and he couldn't keep his balance, hitting the ground hard and growling. One leg out wouldn't bother him in his normal shape, but with only two...

He pushed himself up with a front paw-- hand?, spitting out gravel as he rose. His short, deerlike tail gave him less stability than Hugleikr's longer tail. ...But if he could get a hit in... He was more strongly built than Hugleikr, a broader torso that suggested that his cervid features were more caribou than deer. His skin was the same tone as the walnut ink he favored for his notes, dark hair close-cropped with a similar texture to the wool on his lower half. Lucedarian ancestry in this heldyr shape, perhaps.

"You might have the upper hand now, but I'm not done yet."

Hu would likely try to press his advantage. He would have to time this carefully. And when Hu drew near, Heim took the opening. In one smooth motion, he rolled to his feet and struck upwards. The flat of his blade collided hard with Hu's ribs, and the powerful spring carried them both off their feet.

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Down Heim went, and Hu waited only a moment to follow.
He'd underestimated Heim's speed, and collided hard with his friend's strike. The counter-momentum caught him, and threw him. He sailed sideways, only barely catching himself. Just enough to keep the tumbling roll he went on from causing any real harm. He eventually managed to right himself and go skidding on his backside, sucking in a harsh breath around the pain in his ribs.

Okay. Okay Heimdallr was going to play like _that_, was he?
A grin exposed his fangs, and he reached up to run his hand through silver curls, between gently sloping black horns. Rocking, he leaped to his feet, scraping one back through the dirt. "Alright, I'll give you that one. Lets finish this with the best two out of three."