Death Of An Assassin

Cyanide locked down her stance before the words of challenge had ever past her lips. She steadied her breath, slowing her heart rate to preserve her energy, she ignored each and every one of their spectators in favor of the ivory damsel before her, broadening her stance, she bent her knees to lock herself into position, both for balance and for a quick response to whatever attack Morphine would deliver. Her tail is kept low, but straight out in front of her, to act as a counterweight to prevent her from falling back into the muck. They were in close proximity, it didn't leave a lot of room for momentum to build, which could be a good thing or bad, depending on the circumstance.

Cyanide may have been in her waning years but she was in no way, shape, or form weak. She still trained daily, as she dipped the tip of her maw down, shielding her neck and her vitals from being obviously hit. Claws flexed, digging into the unsteady ground to better stabilize her, and just like that the woman would strike. Her left shoulder connected off center, and Cyanide allowed herself to move with the hit, back end swinging out to the right to avoid being easily grasped and keeping her vulnerable belly out of an easy attack, as Morphine's head dipped to hopefully grasp at her forelimb, Cyanide struck downwards, jaws splayed and aiming for that sensitive nape of her neck, hopefully grasping it as Morphine's teeth found purchase on the left side of her lower chest, missing its initial target. Bending her back legs, Cyanide would push off, to hopefully ram the smaller woman and knock her off balance to avoid this game of petty attacks. If this is successful, Cyanide will aim towards Morphine's maw, preferably catching an eye or a lower jaw. If this is unsuccessful, since Cyanide's jaw is already angled downwards to protect her throat, Cyanide will meet Morphine's own fangs as she reaches up to snap at Cyanide's jaws, her intention to coil her teeth tightly enough around Morphine's muzzle to prevent her from pulling away easily. Her intention is to draw the woman backwards, away from the quicksand-like muck.

Round: 1/5

Attack: As Morphine bends down to attack her forelimb, Cyanide is angling her head down in hopes of grasping the nape of Morphine's neck. Pushing off from her hind limbs she hopes to ram into Morphine and disorient her, if this is successful, she intends to snap at Morphine's maw, aiming for eyes or lower jaw if this is unsuccessful and Morphine continues her attack up at Cyanide's maw, since her head is already angled down, she intends to meet Morphine fang for fang and lock her jaws to make escape difficult.

Defenses: She steadies herself, slowing her heart rate to preserve energy, her tail is acting as a counterweight to prevent her from sliding backwards into the quicksand-esque muck. Her legs and stance is broadened to improve stability, her knees are bent, her head is dipped to shield her throat from becoming an easy target.

Injuries: Potentially bruising from Morphine smashing into her, minor punctures in her lower chest on the left side from where Morphine's attack hit.

(((OOC: I am so sorry you had to wait so long ;_; Stupid wrist)))