A different sort of dance

The girl struggled, pouted, groaned and pulled with all her might as her mother pulled her off her brother. She didn't need time to think, she needed to kick his ass! Her brows were drawn down in a squint that looked suspiciously familiar to her mother and she drew in a deep breath and puffed out her cheeks holding her breath just waiting to be released.

As her head grew lighter, she slowly exhaled and really looked at Tachi. Even now he was all leg to Fuji's squat roundness that she would never quite lose. All she would really have to do is get herself wrapped around his legs, drive her horned head into the underside of his ribs and stab him with the crystals growing out of her neck right? Was it fighting clean? Probably not, but did it matter if it resulted in her winning? Her nostrils flared as her mother lifted her paw. It was time to knock her brother down a peg.

“Speech”