The bitch made a move to draw up along side her. Jael stopped short, reversed a half step. Trying to remain head to head with her opponent, the same way she'd go head to head with any other cow. Practiced. Grit that runs so deep, it's genetic. Though her opponent's teeth find purchase in the flesh just behind her shoulder, Jael can take it. Fuck, she has to, right? She doesn't waver.
Adrenaline would be enough to keep the pain down, for now. Jael's eyes narrowed, expression ghastly. Savage, a flash of opal and something more. Anger? More. She could be so much more. Though the wolfdog didn't have words for what gripped her system now, she didn't need them. Vicious, Jael strikes. Face, neck, forequarters-- it doesn't matter what she hits, only that she's doing as much damage as she can when she gets there. Raw and violent, she won't back down.
Jael vs Lucette for maim (lip scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Extra small
Build: Balanced
Defensive Battle Accessory: Collar
Companion 1: Mourning Dove, Male - Perception
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
