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" I can scrap, does anyone survive Zena without a little fire in their blood?"

Kiyelt snorted, so be it, he would! He never did anything in sparring, halfway. He launched himself bodily, headfirst at the other iceling with a gutteral snarl. His feet elft the ground and airborn, moving fast, he wondered what the other would do. It was too late to change vector now.

Well Kiyelt couldn't very well change his course..but he could grab that foot. His hands closed over the limb as he felt a punch to the kidneys. It hurt but it would be worth it. He curled his body over the foot and let momentum do the rest. Cackling happily the whole time, he kept his hold.

He made a note not to try what the other man had did to him in the future. Probably would have been better to keep moving away and letting Kiyelt's faceplant do all the work for him.