proverbial sunrises

Hazel's green eyes burned with a brilliance that couldn't be tamed, couldn't be controlled. There was no use in trying to look bigger than the pale pup, no. Hazel was confident on her feet, and in her smaller stature. This was no delicate flower, no. She showed her teeth. "Didn't your daddy teach you that fuck is a rude word," she spat. For her slighter stature, there was something else taking hold now. Reckless. Menacing. Hazel had found a way to channel all the hurt, all the bad things in her head, and allow it to take her over. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Teeth. So many teeth, all glimmering in the sunlight.

He was faster than the girl expected, but his larger size made him an easy target. Sure, he wanted to bite her. She didn't care anymore. Hazel was reckless, nearly unhinged as he came close enough to strike. In the same instant as his teeth make contact with her, she strikes out in an attempt to catch the tender leather of his ear in her mouth and bite. A hiss curses her chest, her throat, as she feels him break the skin. This wasn't like sparring with Bas, no. The gloves had come off, and if she hurt him then it was his own fault. Harrying, in and out. Hazel was smaller, faster. With her mouth still closed, she jerks her head away (the boy's flesh inside or not) as she kites back.

"Speech"