One-Man Raid

"Don' worry she's th' only one got'erself fooled wi' tha'." Certainly there was something afoot, but Deluge wasn't one to show her hand just yet. Not entirely sober herself, her grin grew wide when he threw the bottle down and she shifted her weight back onto her rear legs to meet his charge. The spike in adrenalin was reflected in the way her coat glow surged. Clawed bracers swept her front right leg, the left she had swung out in a counter strike, claws extended to grasp his shoulder. She sacrificed an antler to teeth for a clear shot at the thick fur and loose skin just behind his left cheek. She had said she didn't fancy killing him, but she'd have a great time trying to make him eat dirt.