Rule 1 - Don't punch above your weight

For a moment Fuji found herself crushed, all the air pushed from her lungs and warm entrails slipping loose of the feline's body cavity to wrap around her. She thought, this was it. This was how she was going to die. Suffocated under a cat and drowning in guts. At least maybe the big guy could let her family know where to find her? Just as she was about ready for the ground to swallow her up (because it would be so much less embarrassing than facing anyone in this state), he did her another solid and dragged the cat off her.

She groaned as she found her feet again, allowing her left paw to curl up against her chest as she glared back at the tawny and red mess left behind her with a huff. Her jaw loosened and she carefully put the red pink and white katana down and allowed her tail to give a small wag of thanks. “Heh, It'd barely be a dagger ter yer, but yer can give it a spin, jus' watch yer don't cut'cherself. My brother's is a lot cooler, he's got blades off both ends.” She reached into one of the pockets of her vest to fish out a small folded leaf with some emergency poultice and used her dexterous toes to start smearing the bitter smelling poultice into her scratch. At quick glance it didn't seem like the big guy needed any, but she had spare if needed. “Didn' gecha did it?” She questioned with a tip of her head towards what was left of the cougar.

“Speech”