Fang and Claw

With each pop of his various joints, Lurid found herself unable to help the mirrored popping of her own neck and rolling her shoulders forward. Keeping her eye on him, she kept her paws moving, bouncing on her toes like a prized boxer. He vocalized his pleasure with the opportunity, an admission that hadn't been needed. Obviously, he would enjoy this, he'd been drooling for it since he got here. A simple, "As do I," barely left her ivory lips before he was coming at her. With the force of a freshly shot cannonball, the burly demonic man came at her, Lurid's shifting paws reacting easily to his first reaching grasp. Dancing gracefully to the left like a matador dodging a charging bull, Lurid snatched her forelimb away from her friend's reaching grasp to leave him clacking his teeth on empty air and moved slightly left of him. This would hopefully keep him on her right, with his right facing her. As she moved, she simultaneously snaked her head forward to reach for the sensitive area just behind the right side of his jaw, seeking to snap down on the spot with a ferocity she hadn't had earlier.

Lurid had been pulling her punches when she had doled her punishment out, she hadn't wanted him incapacitated then. Even now she couldn't risk hurting him too badly. Hopefully, she would gain purchase in his flesh. The contact would be brief, but she would aim to puncture and tear a bit, then move off a few paces to the left. The exuberance with which she moved would make her seem almost puppy-like and helped to keep herself limber and ready for his next attempt at contact. Those holographic eyes stared keenly at his glorious form, knowing enough to keep a bit of space between them, anything to keep the bit of advantage she did have over him. Relishing the thought of having first blood, Lurid felt a bit blessed for the lessons her father had given her.