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Maki turned, just barely catching sight of an opponent rushing in. She was a little hurt they hadn't even said hello, she would have if the roles were reversed. She barely had enough time to react as he thudded into her, ramming into her shoulder and reaching out to bite the scruff of her neck.

"Ow ow ow!" Maki protested, it hurt a little, but not to the extent she was fussing over. It was more like...you know when you say hurt in anticipation, just out of habit more than actual distress. She reared her head back, hoping to give him a good bonking with her horns, that'd surely make him let go.

Maybe.