I find myself slightly impressed. But I’ve been in the game a long time, too. I deftly avoid her strikes and land two of my own, one against the side of her neck—stunning her momentarily—and the other against her hip, which seems to be a weak point for her.
She doesn’t go down that easily, though, and I prepare myself for a long, drawn-out fight.
I can hear the crowd in the background, but I pay them no mind. If I wanted to, theoretically, I could knock out the Beaver with one blow. But that is not something I’m allowed to do. My wolf feels excited at facing such a worthy opponent. However, I can also sense its distraction. It seems to be searching for something in the audience, its attention constantly moving away from our opponent.
My wolf and I are always in sync during a fight. This
