I want to release the pent up anger

"Keep spilling the lies to your self, kid." The french accent was thick but her words rang with truth, fended for her self since birth? Pah, what moronic insight. Like it or not, they all needed their mother at birth; to feed and stay warm and protected. Els, they would perish. The fea met her head on blow, proving to daze the skilled assassin slightly more then originally but alas Morgana shook it off to grab a hold of the muzzle. As she had her grip, the Pendragon would make a move to bend her head downward to make the swipe miss while also aiming to bash the girls head into the ground as Morgana would try to and force her head to the left and down downward as all her weight shifted forward for the straining attack, not that it would of been all that dangerous as it was. Her claws certainly weren't that sharp nor did she have the power behind the blow to offer such a devastating blow. Gripping that muzzle harder Morgana only added more pressure to ensure both a flow of blood along with intense pain; those teeth dug into the already bloodied muzzle making the previous wounds far bigger then before; at lest Morgana would hope it did.



Attacks made; Trying to force their head down in order to make their swipe ineffective, while also trying to bash their head into the ground.

Defense; None.

Move; 3 of 3.