We meet again my new enemy

A wicked cheshire grin while ears cusped forward, even if she had no desire to listen to such a uneducated mongrel. Who was the one that ran from a fight? Made her almost laugh out loud. This fight will be nothing more but a dominance one, to show who was in charge, to show this little frisky midget what happens when you mess with the Undertaker. No feelings, no emotion, no grudges; just a little 'dance' between the mongrel and the Oracle.

Someone was certainly adamant about not going first. Oh what ever witty games the girl thought she could play, it was time for her to meet the coach. Boiling blood, racing heart, these were the things that encompassed her. Cadaverous and dangerous she seethed in her hatred towards the girl and waited until she would continue on her way in order to lay down her guard. That was the kind of woman she was, the kind that played dirty and unfair and she took pride in that. No matter how ugly it was, a win was still a win.

Her balance trailed between all of her limbs, spreading them equally, and her skull fell low, placing her entire body in one straight line, in alignment with her spine. Ears pinned, quickly, against her ebon skull, and her eyes zeroed in on her bodice. Warmed body and elevated heart rate, the king knocked his chin back towards his chest and protected his vitals. There would be hell to pay in this fight, and it seemed as both were willing bidders. She just prayed that she remembered; she had asked for this the day she did not believe her. One thing she utilized against her; their size. Cordelia's frame burst forward, chest aiming to press into her ribcage, given the positioning of her face as she continued on, and of her slightly bigger stature. Knees bent, slightly to improve balance, the obsidian woman would pivot to her own right at about a 45 degree angle and would attempt to send her teeth barreling for her right shoulder (from what I understood they were in a L position, as Bas attempted to leave, passing in front of Cordelia). Nails clicked, noisily, against the ground they fought upon, and with a, hopefully, successful attack she would force her weight forward to propel her to lose her balance and fall on the ground.

Cordelia vs Basilia for DOMINANCE
Round 1/?
Size: 36 inches
Build: Light
Offensive Accessory: Bone Bracelets
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Intermediate
Specialty: N/A



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