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Nemesys' gaze moved across the early morning church. It was a particularly frigid day with the air seeming to bite at the Heda's frozen nose. A howling winter storm roared outside the camp which trapped nearly everyone inside the church. It was days like these that she either loved or hated, depending on who she talked to first.
Perhaps the cat that was coming to speak to her would not be her favorite.
Kenna strolled towards the heda, a smile flashing across her lips. “Good morning.” her voice was bright and chipper, her eyes gazing softly at the feline.
Of course. The first cat to approach her was actually enjoying herself. Great for her, but Nemesys did not understand how one could get up and immediately enjoy a snowy day. "Morning." Compared to Kenna's positive greeting, Nemesys's was more of a grumble.
She simply turned her head and motion towards the blizzard outside. "Simple. Every else in the city has an advantage in this weather. We don't have any access to the sewer system from here, so we are basically giving our enemies a free day to migrate around the city."
”What makes you think they would go out in that weather if we won’t? We are much more suitable for harsh weathers than those city tramps.” Kenna chuckled.
She shook her head. "That's the point. They don't have to venture outside. They can access the sewer from some of there homes and use it to move around inside the territory."
"They don't want to be, but they take advantage of our weak points all the time. This blizzard makes it too easy." She expected this combatant to understand such a simple thought process.
Kenna shrugged. “It’s not like we can’t take care of it after. They aren’t going to catch prey, and scent markers won’t do them well. As far as them showing up here? We can easily fight them off.”
She shook her head and sighed as she turned away from the storm outside. "Maybe your right, but I don't know. We'll see when the blizzard finally lifts. Until then, how do you feel about some practice?"
Her ears perked at the sudden change of subject. A smile flashed her features as she felt her heart bounce a little. “That sounds like a good way to keep warm.” Her eyes seemed to glisten with a new found excitement.
Nemesys nodded turned towards the entrance of the cellar. "We'll practice in there. It is unusual, but there is no need to make a spectacle out of this."
Kenna almost seemed to bounce to her paws. Energetic light flashed within her eyes as she awaited for the heda to lead the way to the designated place. Excitement flooded her veins, though she figured she would be no match for a feline whom had trained very hard to become something like so.
She rose to her paws and strode gracefully into the cellar of the church. The Heda could never get over the smell of the place. The air tasted like a strange mix between the rain falling on pavement and decay. It was tolerable, but not much beyond that. "To be clear, we will not use claws... for now. There's no sense in not warming up first."
The Heda's tactics were always started simple. She never had fought Kenna before, so she wanted to test the waters before going for a swim. She simply lashed out with a single paw but readied to rest of her body to evade the combatant's counterattack.
Kenna leaned back out of the way, her ears flicking. One thing about the feline, she was usually a defensive fighter. She often times let others exert their energy before she began to strike.
A smirk crept its onto her face when Kenna evade her strike. Both of them were defensive fighters by nature, but she had more planned. As her striking paw hit the ground she launched herself forward and tackled Kenna with her shoulder.
In a quick reaction she let herself fall instead of trying to avoid it or fight it back, making her landing a little easier. Her teeth then sunk into the heda’s Ear, but she was careful not to leave a wound. This was a clawless fight. Meaning no wounds.
