Genger huffed, missing Lina again. She slid to a halt against the dirt beneath her feet, turning back to face her opponent. The huntress' eyes were still closed... yet she dodged the attack so effortlessly! 'How do you do that?' she wanted to ask, but said nothing. The confident look still on her face, she cocked her head to the side. Ginger had come awfully close that time, and wouldn't let one little miss throw her off. Lina spoke, and then practically cut herself off, unexpectantly dashing toward Ginger. The orange-furred cat twitched her long fluffy tail, using it to aid her in balance. Her hazel eyes gleamed, watching the smaller felian as she darted back and forth. Becoming unsure of which direction to dodge in, she became slightly confused, yet suddenly had an idea. At the last second, Ginger reverted to four legs and used her powerful limbs to spring into the air, leaping right over Lina's form at the moment she would have tackled Ginger's legs. She slightly tumbled across the ground, landing on all four legs again. Honestly, she was a little surprised to have made that, but didn't let it show. Her excited gaze flicked back over to where Lina was, wondering what she was going to do next. She was beginning to really get into the duel.
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"Yes, ma'am." Spencer nodded at Mendya's command, turning to go to the training ground. He heard Jing's request to watch them that day, but he didn't pay it much attention. If the king wanted to watch him, so be it; it would be a good oportunity to prove his worth to the kingdom.
Walking through the halls, and exiting through a large wooden door, he came to his destination. It was a lovely day outside; great for some training. Placing a hand against the weapons hanging from his belt, Spencer made his way over to a training dummy. Before he began, he saw out of the corner of his eye another soldier. Rygan, to be exact. He was talking to Mendya, who had just entered the training ground with Jing. Rygan was one of the youngest soldiers (if not the youngest), and naturally, Spencer kept an extra eye on him. Seeing the boy shine light from his sword into a servant's eyes (he couldn't quite see who it was exactly), he huffed and turned back to his training. 'He needs to stop joking around, and be more serious about things,' he thought.
Overhearing Rygen ask Mendya for a duel, Spencer became slightly surprised, and glanced back at them. He could see that the king was obviously pleased. ..What was this feeling? Jealousy? Spencer had been the one caught in trouble today (in front of King no less), and here was the younger soldier challenging the commander - the strongest fighter, who even Spencer wouldn't challenge on his own terms - and being acknowledged by the king himself. The dark-furred cat felt his temper flare, and he looked away quickly. Backing further away from his chosen training dummy, Spencer withdrew his spear and gripped it in his hand. He closed his eyes tightly and focused, trying to ignore what was going on around him. In a split second - in one swift movement - Spencer released the weapon into the air, spearing the dummy's heart. Without any emotion, he returned to the dummy and removed the spear, only leaving a deep gash behind.
















