step right up

A growl-- she'd been successful. She'd made contact with the brute in exactly the way she'd intended. Still, it wasn't quite the clean breakaway she'd hoped. At least he'd come for her left side, the one that she was typically better at defending. The Klein's shoulder made contact with the broad point of her thigh, knocking Hazel off balance. "Fuck," she swore, breath harsh in her throat. A snarl ripped as she felt a stabbing pain as well, fucking horns.

The layer of calculation was ripped off. No strategic thoughts left in her head, no, Hazel was something else in these moments. Adrenaline numbing the initial shock of pain, she rounded on the man in one jerky motion. No fluidity, not anymore. Hazel had lost some of her grace in the time she'd taken to heal, something she was only noticing now. The red and pale yearling made to plow into Incubus's side, hoping to make contact using the brunt of her bodyweight. Teeth gnashing, snapping, trying to make contact with whatever she could reach. No more calculation, only chaos.

"Speech"