Speed Racer by Her’s

Absinth's emerald gaze remained steady, unyielding. Instead of shrinking back, she leaned in, her interest piqued. Here stood a brute she could get along with. He understood what she sought here. With a coy tilt of her head, she accepted his suggestion, her resolve hardening. "Gentle has no place here." She agreed, her voice laced with a daring edge. She understood his intentions, his promise of intensity, and she welcomed it without hesitation. No tears would be shed from her. Had they ever since she was a young pup?

His grin in response only fueled her anticipation, confirming their agreement. This confrontation would be a release of pent-up energy, a clash of wills and strength that both craved. Fantastic.

As his gaze lingered on the blade at her side, Absinth remained composed, refusing to be distracted. She watched him closely, assessing his movements and what he would do next, the tension coiling within her muscles like a tightly wound spring. And when he answered her call to action, she met his charge head-on, her instincts honed for the dance of combat. She quickly realized his size did not mean he lacked agility. Not at all.

With speed and precision in tandem, he surged forward, his massive form closing the distance between them in an instant. Her heart beat once, twice, her inky lips curling to reveal her teeth in a grin gritted out from exhilaration alone. She felt the impact of his shoulder spurs against her, a jolt of adrenaline coursing through her veins as the flesh of her neck ripped against the brunt of his strength. But she was ready, the pain snarled away past the knife in her jaws as the fae shifted her weight to absorb the blow as best she could while she countered with a swift maneuver of her own. Her knife jabbed outwards, trying to catch him on the neck or scruff in return. He was one big motherfucker, but she had never limited herself to smaller opponents in her life. Bring it on.

As his fangs aimed for the vulnerable spot behind her ears, she tried to twist away, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike. Her acidic emeralds flashed as she spotted an opening. In one fluid motion, she retaliated, attempting to dive away from his reach and aiming a calculated strike at his exposed flank, her blade slicing through the air with deadly intent to make its mark.

Absinth vs Basilisk for Minor Scarring
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Knife bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: leather armor
Companion 1: Raven, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Juggernaut
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