[Training] The end is what you fear

Maea

Waking from the dream
Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in

This time her reaction was quicker. The fist connected with the arm she raised in defense and Maea was able to roll away. Stepping continuously in the same direction, she tried to turn them both around so that Lyra had to keep moving over rainslick stone. The footing was precarious, rain obscured their vision; miserable conditions, all in all. 

Attempting to distract Lyra with a sudden lash of the  spade-tipped tail, Maea flashed another kick towards the same spot on the same knee as before.
It could have been cruel, had she put any real weight in. She was reluctant to do so; quite capable of doing serious harm, it felt better and safer to hold back. It was a spar. Only the improvement of forms and the better strategy would be won here, so there was no need to risk useless injuries.

The end is what you fear
The scent of embers lingers in the air