[ Blow to blow - this is the first time he's moved like this with a broodmate (the only chance he'll get now). This should be like a dance, minds aligned to a beat that only the pair of them can hear, muscle memory that shouldn't otherwise exist.
She gets a grunt in response, the place of the blow throbbing from her strike. He keeps up, but only just. Not for lack of technique - he's been practicing. His striking blows are slower than they ought to be. Holding back is an insult to them both, but the further along the dance goes, the more apparent it becomes that his heart's not in it.
Blocking another blow has his footing misaligned, her next might knock him to the ground - ]
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She gets a grunt in response, the place of the blow throbbing from her strike. He keeps up, but only just. Not for lack of technique - he's been practicing. His striking blows are slower than they ought to be. Holding back is an insult to them both, but the further along the dance goes, the more apparent it becomes that his heart's not in it.
Blocking another blow has his footing misaligned, her next might knock him to the ground - ]