shiny new toy

She's prepared for him to kick out like this-- prepared as she could be, at least. Hazel knows that it's an option the boy has, and it's one he's decided to take. While she's able to get her skull out of the way, she can feel his claws where they slash against her forehead. A bit of blood bubbling to the surface, enough to allow a grin to bloom across her features. She's proud of the boy, his quick thinking in the moment.

He swung around before her, and the girl takes this as an opening. Hazel springs to meet him face to face once more, crystalline fangs glimmering in the afternoon light. She'd lunge forward with them one more time, lashing out, happy to tag him wherever she can reach. Wherever she can grab. Reaching out for one more reckless shot, hopefully moving quickly and gracefully enough to get in and out cleanly. Hopefully.

"Speech"