Beat down the doors

Her shoulder glancing off that of the woman before her, taking a staggering step forward before regaining her balance. Regaining her composure. Feeling the girl's dark maw come for the back of her neck, feeling as it connects just above her cape. Hazel wrenches to the side, growling, twisting free of the girl's grasp.

As she twists, the General continues the momentum. Trying to throw her weight into her opponent, crystalline teeth flashing as she strikes out. Wild. The threat of a good chomp is mostly a diversion, as what Hazel really wants is to bring her opponent to the ground beneath her. Enjoying herself, enjoying the fight, and enjoying the raid as it roared around her.

"Speech"