chip some of these crystals off

She saw him coming at her, wildness lit in his eyes. He was powerful. He would punish her... and she would welcome it. A sneer split his face, turning what would otherwise be a handsome enough arrangement of features into a ghastly mask. Her hackles raised in response to his approach - and then he was sprinting towards her, oozing from every orifice a bright liquid. It was horrific and terrifying and thrilling. Here they could lose themselves completely in the fight, leaving all pretense at the edge of this territory. The Battlefield was no one's land. Everyone was a phantom stranger here. His leap overtook her easily - they were so similar in build that his heavier weight slammed into her side and took her right to the ground. Calamity snarled and writhed in his grip, slamming her skull senselessly up into his chin. If she'd had her antlers, she'd easily skewer an eyeball. With them gone, the best she could hope for was knocking his jaw so fiercely that maybe he'd bite his own tongue. Pathetic. You're weak, weak, weak.