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To her surprise - and relief - the "fight" was less a battle and more of a play session - it warmed her heart rather than filled her with uncertainty. A genuine smile filtered across her muzzle as two-toned eyes watched the patchy youth "spar" with the blue-black whelp from the Saints.
It was difficult, at the end, for her to determine who won, but she had been applying style points over the course of the exchange. The nose bite was just enough to get Kyros the win in cuteness.
Kyros of Avon is this round's winner,she announced, poised in a regal sit upon the high-elevation perch she had chosen for herself to oversee the fights.
Though, that isn't to detract from our other fighter - you both put in great effort.
She normally would not have spared the feelings of adult fighters, but these were children, small children at that. It didn't feel right to squash such new and fragile confidences.

