the way we stalk, the way we kiss

The helmet slipping loose from her opponents head clattered against her face. It got in the way of her grab for the shorter woman's scruff, but Deluge took it in her stride. She shook the smooth, twisted horns off her smaller hooked antlers and got back to it. Their jostling had knocked one of her bottles loose, the glass shattering against a stone and splattering their legs with the dregs of the bottle she was 3/4 of the way through finishing. She could have shed a tear for the spilled drink, despite having several more in various states of fullness still secured. Now she'd have to watch where she put her feet to save from slicing up her toes, damn it all! If she kept shattering bottles, she'd have nothing left to put her booze in! At least they both only had two paws on the ground, as she tried to use her weight to encourage her opponent away from the broken bottle. Ducks weren't worth an infected cut to the foot.