Murder Kitten
Alex's heart pounded with excitement as he danced around Cedwyn, light on his feet like a nimble cat. He knew he was facing a formidable opponent, and the playful nature of their training didn't diminish the fact that Cedwyn held the upper hand. Yet, Alex was undeterred; his focus was sharp. As he circled to his right, Alex made a conscious effort to move toward Cedwyn's flank. He wanted to explore different angles of attack, even in this friendly game of 'tag.' His eyes remained locked on Cedwyn's every move, studying the way his mentor shifted his weight, anticipating the next strike.
With each advance, Alex sought to avoid Cedwyn's attacks, weaving and ducking to in attempts to stay just out of reach. Occasionally, he mustered the courage to offer a block, hoping to test his reflexes and defense. Cedwyn's strikes were swift and precise, but Alex was determined to learn from every interaction, even when he couldn't match his mentor's skill. As they engaged in this playful dance, Alex became more daring, his attempts aiming for quick taps to Cedwyn's neck and kidney areas. His movements became more cautious, more calculated, as he sought opportunities to strike without leaving himself vulnerable.
He plucked up his sweater in one quick motion and slid down between Cedwyn's legs drawing up on the sleeves and tethering them together hastily so before rolling to the side and moving to re-engage Cedwyn looking to try and even the playing field by 'playing dirty'.