cold and bitter

If he was going to scowl, Cyanide was going to scowl right back. Her eyes flashed with something that hinged on unbecoming of a young woman... but that was fine. Cy was pretty sure they called it resting bitch face, what he had. In her case? It was maybe something a bit more hostile. Along with that, the flicker of her teeth shining out from beneath her dark lips. Hostile. Maybe... probably. That was fine. It was his call she'd answered, after all. Sorry I'm not the Queen of England, or whatever. Wait, maybe it would be illegal to spar with the queen. Whatever.

Though her defenses had been set in the dry earth, Cy knows that a moving target is harder to hit. As soon as he begins to move, she does as well. Her head up, eyes bright, glimmering in the low light of it all. What was his plan? Would he slam into her? No, the creature took a leap instead, and the girl saw this as an opening. As his paws left the ground, she charged in return. While she caught the kick to her side with a bit of surprise, and even a bit more confusion, she was already in motion. Would they connect? Cy could hope so. Maybe she'd even send the creature sprawling. That, or she'd miss entirely. One thing was for certain, though-- she wasn't going to stop moving. Dancing in and out, the creature would need to make herself harder to hit.

"speech"