He hit!

...He hit?!

Abaddon was briefly at a loss as to what to do next. "Getting up" sounded good, but his forelegs hurt. And abruptly Relic was there, quite close, and he just sort of blinked at her.

Halfheartedly and without plan, he kicked out again for her legs, taking a page from her own book--but there was little fire in it.

There was something poetic about the stupidity of them both ending up limping, if he hit; but he didn't consider that. He just snorted absently, any investment in winning gone in his winded how did we both end up here bafflement.

And--belatedly--"You aren't who I thought you were." It might have sounded vaguely ominous or disappointed, if Abaddon hadn't already made his shortsighted confusion very clear earlier.