Peace Treaty

As Bowen stepped toward her with a growl Briar's ears flicked back with a slight snarl on her own lips, but that faltered at Bowen's words. Confusion touched her turquoise gaze while she searched the emerald eyes of the smaller woman. There wasn't exactly the hatred she was expecting to see. Instead it was almost like she was begging for Briar to fight her, that she needed this for one reason or another. Briar couldn't comprehend why or what it was supposed to accomplish, but it at least made her hesitate before she denied her again. What was supposed to just be a simple lesson and a chance for them to actually see each other as more than just the other woman had turned into something entirely different and she couldn't yet tell if it had backfired on her completely.

The growled plea finally broke her and she let out a slow sigh through gritted teeth as she shifted into a fighting position once more. She still didn't like it, but maybe its what they needed. At this point she was willing to try literally anything to get through to Artorias' sister. If this didn't work then it was probably going to be a lost cause. With her limbs coiled under her and a snarl pulling her lips back, Briar leapt toward Bowen's right side, quickly pivoting to reach for the smaller woman's scruff, trying to grab a hold of her to pull her off of her feet and knock her to the ground. If she wanted a fight Briar would give her a fight, but she did at least try to avoid hurting Bowen any more than some light bruising or maybe a small bite.

"Briar Fatalis"