Rip, tear, kill! This was no war but the spider-witch treated the tournament as if it was a war; she after all was an blood lusting beast like most of the heathens that carried her family's name. The witch would find herself in the hordes of the tournament participants, having no description what so ever of her opponent was a little troubling. With the warriors scattering into their pairs the heathen would find her opponent right in front of her visage, hellish jaws parting together, while eyes would slowly shift for pupils to turn into those of a serpent's.slitted. Body would slowly crouch balance being given to all four of his long limbs, neck scrunching up, simultaneously his chin tucking against his chest, and her shoulders rolling forward with ease. Finishing with her tucking her ears and tail back, and also snarling for ripples of thick flesh to show upon her muzzle knowing there would be a lot of use with the jaws, after all it was a wolf's main weapon in the heat of battle and war.
Her hind legs would kick him off the ground and in a straight line towards the opposing brute. She would use the stone ground to her advantage and the straight on heading was something that many would conclude as a reckless move. However, there was something else beneath the witch’s mind. As she neared Cassiel’s bod, she would shift her direction to her own left (Cassiel’s right). Her movements would be quick and agile as her parted jaws attempted to latch onto Cassiel’s right lower ribs. Her curved canines attempted to latch onto the smaller ribs and use them as a pivot point. The stone beneath her paws would serve her well as the friction was negated. Due to this, the witch would begin to slide. Her hips would attempt to move away from the possible snapping jaws of the adversary, and more into a perpendicular angle of ninety degrees against his rib cage. Regardless of where the parted jaws would connect, her cranium would snap to the right side in an attempt to rip away a piece of flesh.
Mature themed character; thread at your own risk, violence may occur without provocation. Has a Silver Fox named Briar and a Grackle named Hræfn. They are supposed to be with her at all times unless stated otherwise.
