dang, those things are vicious

Punch first, ask questions while punching. A hair trigger on the girl-- hell, that's what happens when every waking minute has been eat or be eaten. From the minute she walked outta the Crypt, she knows what it's like to be hunted. Knowing she's better off as predator than prey, knowing she doesn't like how it feels. Rallying against it with her sharp gaze and keen wit and... maybe a little paranoia. Just a little.

Is it still paranoid if you're right?

She dove into the trees, tangled with the beast. Snarling and snapping, she can feel the way the orange and black beast's retractable claws dig into her flesh. The ripping and tearing-- Hen snarls. Her ears pin back, flush to her head. Though the dense undergrowth grabbed at her legs, her back, the girl is relentless. Swinging with her tusks for the creature's eyes, chest aching, back and ribs damn near on fire. Doesn't matter. Having the most awesome time, other than the whole hurting thing.

Ghoul isn't far behind her, diving to the tiger's belly. Grateful she wasn't alone, Hen raged on against the beast. One of the thing's massive murder mittens cuffed her about the shoulder, sending the girl crashing down hard into the ground with a thump. Ow. Ears ringing, Henbane tried to scramble back to her feet. Fuck.

"Speech"