Even as the sun began to set, shadows beginning to grow and claim the day, the two continued. Back and forth, using the roof-top as a sparring-deck. Every advantage he could find over her, he took. And vice-versa. The flash of a blade, the sparks of a flame, both weapons that barely touched the opposer.
The elder had height, strength, and years of experience on his side. He didn't, however, have the stubborn upholding of the Fox.
The Mutt tossed a مککا, عجیب الخلقت her way. She ducked, taking the bait, and he thrust a fist into her side.
Fox stumbled back, losing her balance and falling onto the gravel that...
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