Now is the time, Now is the hour

Voodoo had ducked herself out of snapping range, and all Lurid ended up with were a few hairs in her mouth. Growling with her anger, Lurid snatched her own head away as her opponent came in for her bite, keeping her hackles up in agitation while evening out her body weight on all four paws. Instead of grabbing Lurid by the side of her face and unbalancing the giant as Voodoo had intended, Lurid moved just out of range of the bite and slightly to her right, feeling a couple of hairs being pulled as Voodoo's teeth closed on empty air. Still standing at a T with the girl, Lurid bunched her neck muscles with her hind feet splayed in the dirt for traction and readied herself for a strike. Tilting her head to her left toward Voodoo and keeping her head aligned with her spine, Lurid aimed a vicious headbutt at Voodoo's nose. Should her aim be achieved, the dire devil would seek to slam her head into the bitch's nose with bone-breaking force. Lurid kept her toes splayed and her muscles taut in order to achieve both defense and balance, her tail level with her hips as she put all the force of a heavy dire wolf behind her blow. She moved to her left, hoping to stun the poor soul with the force of her headbutt. She was angry now, and her dual-toned growl mixed with the expression of a snarl on her face said she heard nothing and saw nothing aside from her opponent.