moo operator

Did Maki have a what? Huh? She blinked, barely registering what the stranger said before she was already steps away, teeth bared like she fully intended to take a bite out of her. And a proper one too, not the playful nips Maki and her siblings used to exchange when they were smaller. She made an undignified oop noise, clearly taken by surprise and needed a moment to even process what she wanted to do. In her stories fight scenes were always seamless, the protagonist just knew how to fight, made it look so stylish too, at least to her minds eye.

But in reality? Maki was a lot of things, but a talented fighter? All the fights she'd won were happy accidents, really, her skill not even a factor to be taken into consideration.

Hoping to…well, not have her connecting tissue between her leg and chest chomped into, she raised her limb and with a thoughtless swish, hoped, maybe reckoned it could give her a donk on the head. The stranger was very short and at a donkable height for sure.