Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Flytail’s tail flicked, and his eyes narrowed as he saw the movement coming. A swipe aimed at his paws wasn’t unexpected, but it was still quick enough to make him react. With a fluid motion, he adjusted his stance, lifting his paws just enough to avoid the swipe. His claws remained sheathed as he took a half-step back, maintaining his balance. "Nice try," Flytail murmured, his voice calm but carrying a hint of approval. He was already thinking ahead, not allowing himself to be caught off guard by a move that was meant to trip him up. "But you’ll need more than that to take me down." He didn't immediately counter—he was gauging the other’s timing, waiting for the next move.
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