The raid around her is sheer chaos, and Jael finds herself reeling through it. Her head spinning, shoulders aching-- though she'd gotten away from the black and white woman largely unscathed. Not out of the woods yet, not by any means. Jael's gaze is quick on the rest of the fights, sharp. As Flurry falls, Jael is quick to take her place.
Less friendly, less genial than Flurry had been. Words for deaf ears, Jael is too focused. She's too worried, as she rushes at the woman's ankles. Teeth flying, snapping and snarling as Jael comes in low. It's not until she's upon Satira that she realizes just how close in size, in stature they happen to be. Picking on someone her own size? Something like that.
A twisting feeling in her stomach and a snarl in her throat, Jael can't dwell. Not right now. No dwelling, only biting.
Jael vs Satira for dominance
Round 1/?
Age: over 1
Size: Extra small
Build: Balanced
Defensive Battle Accessory: Collar
Companion 1: Mourning Dove, Male - Perception
Companion 2: Maremma, Female, Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
