As his form collided with that of Amoxtli’s, the boy braced his wait and took the impact without so much as flinching. He was well grounded, that was a certainty. But this did not deter Sleekwing; he watched the boy out of the corner of his eye as he reached up to grasp Amoxtli’s ruff. As the boy snaked his head forward in an attempt to grab his tutor’s leg, Sleekwing suddenly reared up onto his hind legs, releasing his grip and ripping his leg from the hold Amoxtli had only begun to grab on his knee. He pushed at Amoxtli’s face with his paw in a ploy to distract him, then turned and darted away, putting space between them once more as he fell into a steady jog, circling the boy once more. “Good,” he said simply, letting the boy have a moment to collect himself. Sleekwing would hold his tongue on all criticisms until they were done giving tit for tat. It had become apparent that his pupil had no real reason to be nervous; thus far he was proving quite capable. Then again, his uneasiness could work to his advantage – making an opponent over confident in themselves.

So clearly close contact was a forte of his; he was able to think quickly on his feet and identify vulnerable points on an opponent. He had not wasted his time trying to correct his positioning for the oncoming assault, instead compensating for it with his size and ability to absorb impact. But his attacks were far from inscrutable; Sleekwing had seen the attack coming and avoided entrapment with ease. The heather marked warrior picked up the pace, once more moving in to attack. He made almost identical movements, rushing him at the point of his shoulder. This time, however, as he landed upon his left front paw and looked to be aiming for Amoxtli’s shoulder or neck, he suddenly sprung to the right and extended his jaws, dipping his head down and making to grab his hind leg at the front of his hock. If Amoxtli had pivoted, he would aim higher so that he did not have to reach as far, turning his head slightly to grab the thick muscle of his thigh. Whatever he’d managed to grab he would then immediately start to back up, as if he were dragging some dead prey home to feed his family.

This wouldn’t last for long, though, and he would release the boy depending on his counter to defend himself. Once that was all carried out, however, he would simply back up a few steps fall into the circling motion once more. “You have a decent grasp on defensive maneuvers. Let’s see your offense.” But he would not stop his movement, would not stand and give him a still target. No, it was time to get the boy moving, to see if his capabilities could translate from one medium to the next. To sit idly by and let your opponent make the first move was not the way of a true battle. At some point, Amoxtli would need to muster the gall to make the first move. That time would be now, and perhaps Sleekwing would discover that which gave his student a real reason to be nervous.

ooc; this is...really not good. sorry. x_x