Knock Knock You about to get.....

Widow was prepared for this fight, even if she didn’t know what day it would happen. She fully expected someone to try and take her rank from her, but she wasn’t the least bit surprised that it came from the tiny girl she won against previously. She went on to speak the obvious, as if Widow didn’t know what she was named after. Sure, she was bigger than the girl and even her reindeer, but she was named after the very thing she spoke of. The child sized woman was foolish if she thought Widow didn’t know what her own name meant.

Others gathered quickly, but the only spectators she cared about was her sinners and her husband. She caught a quick glance of Medusa arriving with Erebos and some similarly marked woman, but she couldn’t be mad… well, she was mad, but that anger would get redirected into this fight today. She doubted Medusa dragged him down here for anything other than the ominous skies and quaking ground, and it wasn’t like they were standing over the borders of her queendom.

Refusing to take her eyes off the woman to give her husband one final confident look, she wanted to make sure the girl couldn’t surprise her with a sneak attack. She had given her the first move after all, so it only made sense that she kept a careful watch despite the distance she left between them when she answered the call.

– fight start –

Widow was not surprised that the reindeer would make the first move. It was taller than Bellatrix, but still rather tiny compared to herself. It charged forward, clearly trying to aim its left shoulder into her right shoulder, likely seeking to knock her off balance or perhaps even force her shoulder out of socket, but Widow was prepared for a direct charge. Her body was lowered to the ground, paws spread for balance while her toes and claws gripped into the cold, snowy dirt, seeking more traction than her weight could provide alone.

Above her, both ravens cawed and began their descent from the sky and towards the face of the quickly approaching reindeer. One sought to grab at the animal's left eyelid with its talons while the other aimed for the left side of the reindeers throat, right underneath where the jaw bone connects to the skull and potentially threatening the carotid artery with its talons.

Despite the charging reindeer, Widow was not blind to Bellatrix approaching on her left. Picking up her front right paw to step forward, she effectively dodged the stomp of the reindeers front right hoof as she surged forward and curved over her own left shoulder, also avoiding the blow from the reindeers right shoulder into her own right shoulder, though she wasn’t able to entirely dodge the reindeers attacks unfortunately. Widow hissed as she felt the reindeer’s right antler scrape from the middle of her right scapula to the middle of her rib cage, however as her body turned to the left with her fangs bared and chin tucked close to her throat for a narrower turn and protection, her cat moved to grip onto her scruff instead and waited for the right moment to attack from a different vantage point. Widows strong hips followed behind her torso, and she used her momentum to aim her right hip at the middle of the reindeers upper chest and throat, hoping that the force behind her movement would bruise the animals sternomandibular muscle and trachea with her right hip where her right femur created a sharp protruding angle made of bone. There was no doubt she would be forced into a hard stop and left with her own bruising if the attack was successful, but she was too focused on the fight itself to worry about it now.

Thanks to the turning of her body, her tail acted as a rudder to help with her turn radius but pressed tightly against her own left hock as the horned woman got closer. She had to watch that horn or else the tendons and ligaments in her limbs could easily be severed, but she had an idea. As her front right paw landed upon the snowy dirt again and dug in for traction, her pace slowed and her rear left paw lifted before she half kicked, half stomped outwards away from her own body and towards the left side of Bellatrix’s muzzle with flexed toes, knowing damn well that she was risking scraping or puncturing her left rear paw on the horn instead. Hoping that Bellatrix was distracted by the kicking and clawing attack attempt to her face, Widow pivoted on her left forepaw and narrowed her eyes to avoid any flying particles of sand or ice, lowered her head to be inline with her neck and to better reach her smaller opponent, and parted her jaws wide as she reached towards the left rear limb of Bellatrix, ultimately seeking to sink her fangs into the semitendinosus muscle along the backside of the smaller woman’s thigh and yank her away with a toss of her head to the right.


Speech ─ Think

Widow vs Bellatrix for pack challenge
Round: 1/2
Height: 45"
Build: Light