Dodges the lunge

The White Tiger of the West rose about me in a flash of white light and I Lunged at him from across street, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

“Tag,” I shouted, reaching for him. “You’re it!”

“Yeah, no,” He said at the same time, leaning his body lightly to the side as he took a step back—just enough so that instead if punching him in the face, my fist went just past his ear. Compared to the hundred meter dash I’d just done, he shifted a matter of centimeters, but it was enough to avoid the first blow and allow my momentum to carry me into his next swing.

I smiled widely, tails lashing out at either side of the doorway. They tore through the walls and doorframe like paper, curling around whatever they could to stop my forward advance, and though the force of my lunge meant they still tore through, it was enough to let me lean back and watch the swing go past my eyes.