More and more wolves joined into the fight, both sides accounted for in some degree though from her counts, they vastly outnumbered their opponents. She had a wicked grin on her face, feeling herself slip into a familiar and comforting darkness as she spotted a greyscale man charging at her, teeth barred and ready to brawl. Luckily, she was too, as she had been keeping an eye on who was fighting who as more Hellstrom wolves arrived to try and defend against the invaders. Did they not know their attempts were futile?
Calypsei recognized the man’s defenses as he rushed her, and she reacted according to how he moved. Her posture lowered, her eyes narrowing to focus on him and his actions, though her ears perked to listen for thuds heading towards her in case others decided to join in the fight. She had a snarl fierce on her maw as her legs spread to lower her center of gravity and make it harder to knock her down. Her toes splayed and she dug them into the ground, ready to brace for impact. Her fur bristled along her spine as her hackles raised, her banner displayed proudly while it lashed from side to side, aggression echoing off her in a fit of rage.
Calypsei conceded the distance, allowing him to close it bit by bit before she reacted, a growl from her maw buried in the depths of her throat rose. She quickly sidestepped to the right, redistributing where she placed her weight and how she threw it around respectively, in order to avoid his attempted grip on her jaws, though she was not capable of dodging the attack completely. She felt teeth bury into her shoulder, hitting at her deltoid. She winced slightly, though she then attempted to ram her shoulder further into his mouth (COUNTER) to distract and attempt to angle his maw upward so she try and get a nice grip on his neck in order to force him to the ground.
She would also attempt to slam her right paw down on his left, redistributing her weight when she lifted her paw up, to attempt to bruise. The pain in her shoulder did not inhibit her ability to fight or think clearly; though from a brief assessment she could tell that his teeth had left four puncture wounds roughly three centimeters in diameter that went about half an inch deep. She knew that if she was successful it would cause the wound to become worse, but it was the rewards that outweighed the risk if she could pull it off.
