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Those sharp, almost icy appearing spines jutting from his face hadn't been noticed. As her legs wrap around his shoulders and she tries her best to avoid the dagger, she's surprised when pain slices across her foreleg. Her teeth grit together, head pulling back slightly as she watches blood begin to seep from her skin. Oh, so he had defenses huh? Well, so did she!

Bramble lets out a laugh as she pushes out her cat claws and attempts to dig them into his shoulders. A little cut from his cheek wouldn't deter her! With her grip tightly on the boy, Bramble tries to twist enough to bring him down and pin him to the ground.