Hardheaded Hail

Tenshi lets out a low chuckle as the man responds. Ah, a good sport! She even shows a smirk as she continues to step forward. Ignoring the hail was indeed difficult. Not only did it douse her fur, but it made her muscles tight from the cold and her eyes squint against the pelting ice balls that smacked her face. Rather delusional to be fighting in these conditions, right? Not that it particularly mattered anymore. She had asked and he had responded so there was no going back now.

Giving her coat a quick shake as she rolled her shoulders back, she willed her muscles to loosen up some. Lowering her head slightly with her tail aligned with her spine, she watched as he bounded forward. Tenshi is quick to react. Bracing herself for impact, she stands at the ready. Her paws spread ever so slightly, her ears flattened against her head, and her chin slightly tucked so that her throat was protected and antlers were ready to deal some damage. Thankfully, her taller height would give her some advantage over the smaller male. Which to her seemed as if he didn't quite care as he came for a frontal attack.

As he shoves his chest toward her, she leans into it. He is successful in slamming into her legs, but she doesn't allow him to jump up for her throat. Instead, she aims to shift her weight to the left and raise her right leg. In that motion, she hopes to wrap her right leg around his left shoulder. Using her momentum to keep her going, she continues to push at his, at his chest, face, whatever is still being buried into her thick fur. If he doesn't move out of the way, Tenshi will try to slam him into the ground and pin him there.

"Speech"