'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)

No matter the outcome of her attempt to circle the giant, in a few seconds she was able to discern the woman?s obvious advantages; her size made her strong, her jaws likely punishing if they managed to get a solid grip. She was powerfully built as well, a woman who would not be easy to defeat by any means. In long distance, she would certainly be faster, if her stamina was up to it. There was a triad of things after all; a triad between strength, speed, and stamina. Where one or two were strong, the other was weaker, unless one was a god. This woman was clearly mortal; no flawless god. Medusa knew that her best chance was in being light of foot and swift of movement. Physics demanded, after all, that those who were lighter could cut sharper corners, for they had less momentum to redirect. Medusa would have to be prepared to move quickly, to attack for vulnerable areas, and to keep herself on her toes at all times. The damage to her own person would be heavy, but she was the sort of woman who could enjoy pain. Some of her clients had been sadistic, after all.
She would continue her attempt to circle the Amenti ruler as the violet-eyed woman spoke, regardless of if the woman would circle with her or not. Medusa was not going to be an idle target; she?d been training this week, making sure she could move swiftly with agility, that she could redirect her weight quickly, that she was well-balanced upon her feet. Her stamina was also a potential asset, given her recent training, although it was definitely not as up to par as her lightness of foot.
The woman would speak up, demanding Medusa?s reasoning in a pattern of speech that the harlot found stiff and formal. Where were the curses, the demands for her head? What was the point of trying to piss somebody off if they weren?t going to throw around some derogatory names? The names in question were thrown about by children, presumably the offspring of Medusa?s opponent. The midnight mistress would let out a gentle croon, pleased with the names. ?Thank you, my dears,? she would tell them, enjoying the attention she was receiving. She liked being the lime light, even if it was as the villain. Their hatred towards her was intoxicating, their words savory. She did not see them as insults; Medusa was well proud of being a bitch and a harlot.
After speaking to the kids she would finally offer a response to Newt?s inquiry. ?I am Medusa, a harlot as your children have so nicely pointed out,? she would state. It was only polite for the woman to know her name, after all. ?I challenge in order to protect the one who would hold my heart. That is reason enough for me, and it is all you need to know,? she announced. All the while she would be circling, keeping her distance, waiting for Newt to make the first move, waiting for opportunity. *Defenses were set in place, defenses that Muse was too lazy to list but that were complete. She was a serpent, waiting her opponent?s attack, waiting for opportunity.