"Think Grace knew, but in this instance didn't really care. It was experience. And a means--"

Fuzzle is not intimidated. The Ember doesn't actually burn-- yay 1-in-10 odds-- but it does sting. He yowls again, this time without a move involved, and just latches onto one of Tank's ears with all four paws and his teeth, too, for good measure.

The Soldier winces and breaks off, stepping over there to try and detach the Skitty. "Hey. Enough. No actually hurting each other, here."