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Originally Posted by Clover
She watched with a practiced eye, the smooth movements of the fighter quickly becoming obvious. Even though Talon was thrown off balance, she easily slid into a low crouch, a small bump against the white landscape. She saw the bunching of muscles, the way she adjusted for balance, and locked her eyes on Skipper. The feline let out a hiss, and then swore softly; she wouldn't be able to get away. Instead, she'd have to retaliate. She softly hissed, and then scooted backwards slightly, and reared up on her back legs, out stretching her front legs, bracing for impact. All this happened in the fraction of a second it took Talon to leap. The fighter's paws hit Skipper's, and she quickly realized she couldn't take the weight of the brawny molly, and so she panicked. She shuffled back again, barely balancing against the added burden of Talon. As a last ditch effort, she attempted to move to the side, but slipped, falling hard. Her breath came out in a puff of air, and as Talon's paws landed squarely on her quest, her lungs burned with effort as she tried to breathe. She wheezed weakly, coughing to try to clear a her throat. She didn't even try to get the thickly muscled molly off of her; she was out of breath and stunned. Skipper coughed again, a thick, hacking exhale that finally let her breathe with some sense of normalcy. She gulped in deep breaths of air, tilting her head to the side and closing her eyes. "Y... You.. Win." The words were hard to say; she hated admiring defeat, but Talon had clearly won this fight.
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The second Skipper's side had hit the mesh of snow, Talon leapt back, seeing the obvious distress of her opponent. Talon let out a low growl as Skipper huffed; her emerald hues never left the molly, and her fur didn't lie flat, even when the smaller fighter had accepted defeat. "Are you sure?" Talon asked, her eyebrows arched in a perplexed fashion; none of her opponents-- sparring or otherwise-- had given up the second she had gotten them to the ground. Talon flicked her tail slightly as she watched the she-cat on the ground, wheezing from the effort of fighting. Talon herself wasn't too drained of energy, though she was still breathing heavily; her experience had made her able to withstand more.
The daughter's silvery pelt laid flat against her muscular frame, though her eyes still affixed to Skipper. "Had you not reared, you would have been able to push me to the ground," Talon mewed, her voice more hoarse than she had anticipated, "I only do that move beach are most cats have an instinct to rear, rather than to protect their underbelly." Her emerald hues flickered away from the she-cat for a moment, adreneline still coursing through her veins.