Morgan's head shot up as she heard the cry from Sora, and she staggered to her feet, bolting off towards the cry, terrified that something had happened. She skid to a stop in front of her sibling, chest heaving, before letting out a harsh sigh, both relieved that Sora was okay and a bit miffed that she'd panicked over nothing.

"... You scared me," she mumbled, before shaking her head, "... Spar. Alright. I can't promise I'll be as good as... as good as Kini, but I'll try."

She shook her long, floppy ears out and stretched, yawning widely before shaking the rest of her body out. She snorted softly and pawed at the ground, reluctant to fight at all. If only Kini was here...

"... You go first," she said, "And no dirty shots. Like going at the face. Or the crotch."

A hint of amusement flashed, but it was gone as soon as it came. She shook her head and steeled her nerves before getting into a proper stance, jaw slightly clenched.

Morgan nodded and exhaled, closing their eyes to relax a bit. This wasn't a fight, this was practice. Their eyes opened and they saw the other come barreling over. It seemed that watching the others spar had done some good. They caught the movement and blocked it with relative ease. They knew they wouldn't come out of this without wounds, but they were confident they'd at least get a few on the other, as well.

"Don't trip up while we've barely begun," Morgan dared to tease, a familiar, soft smile crossing her face.

It didn't last long, but it was a comfort. This wasn't serious, and no wounds would last more than it took to heal. Morgan still loved Sora, after all, and she doubted she'd be willing to actually inflict anything more than a bite or scratch on the other.

While the kick missed her by a landslide, Morganite took the chance to go offensive, darting forward to land a blow of her own. Sticking her antlers into Sora's thigh. Unfortunately, having her head down meant she managed to headbutt right under Sora's kick, completely missing the other.

"Shit- Ah, me too!" she said, as if the two of them hadn't accidentally thrawted each other's moves.

She stumbled and struggled to regain herself, still trying to get used to her sudden ability to hear absolutely everything. Sora's heartbeat, her breath, her hooves on the ground. It was disorienting, to say the least.

And yet again she was forced to defend. This time when she was slammed into, she didn't get knocked over, but she did gain herself quite a nice bruise. Her body tipped and she pushed forward, managing to keep herself upright. She braced her back legs and put her head down, teeth bared in determination.

"You're going down!" she said, laughing, egging the other on.

Encouraging, despite her words.

Morgan laughed as the hog missed her yet again, and tried to ram into her side, using her antlers to flip her over and pin her down. The hybrid managed to catch Sora under the belly and flipped her like a pancake, instinct telling her to check the other over, but once she'd deemed them to be not dead, they kept on their assault.

The rules were the same as always. First to tap out lost, whether it be exhaustion, being pinned, or injury. It was a bit unfair seeing as she was larger than the other, but then again, size didn't mean skill.

Morgan knew that more than anyone, judging by how many times she'd been rammed in the rear by Kini.