She knew she had done bad with lighting her claws. She knew it. But all she could think of was escape. So as he slowly let go she all but leaped away, scampering to the ground on all fours. The instant she was free, her mind flicked back on like a switch.
"Oh Guardians. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" She started, horrified that she crossed the line of sparring. Her fire was real and it burned hot. Combined with her razor sharp claws his wounds were far worse than any tail slapping he could give. But to her surprise, he was smiling. Why was he smiling? Why was he waiting for that?
Wait. Did he
enjoy her hurting him? What kind of twisted pae was he?!
"Are...are you okay?" Malloren slowly spoke, uncertainty flashing on her features.