Malcoda rose to his full height, small flames erupting under the pads of his feet as he watched Ziv limber up. Hades he'd never felt old until just now. She was young, nubile and he found himself automatically cataloging her strengths and weaknesses. Wings were a great advantage, one that would be difficult for a less trained hound to combat as they gave her height and speed. Lean and limber both worked to her advantage, but right away he could point out her biggest flaw. One she wouldn't even admit to. The pride. She had a point to prove and while it would make her work harder, she would exhaust herself before retreating. All Malcoda would have to do to live is wait her out.
Stepping away, he put space between them, waiting until she was ready as was customary. There was a code for hounds, for battles between them and Malcoda took them seriously. "Nemáte vzduch Assassin," he commented, ears twitching as he followed her movements and waited. "Niečo iné. Escort, myslím." He was double checking his nose. Breeds had changed over the years, become better. Stronger. More precise.