You wish you never met her at all

Empousa's grin twitched, crackling under the weight of Enyo's insults. Something inside her broke-snapped-in a way she couldn't control. "Stupid?" She muttered, her voice tight, barely more than a growl. The word echoed in her mind, twisting her anger into something darker, stranger, more primal.

Her whole body trembled, shaking with the tension rippling through it like a barely contained storm about to destroy everything in its path. "Stupid?" She repeated, lower now, the word trembling on her lips, not out of fear but with rage. Her head shook violently as she stared up at her, the slam into her mouth had drawn blood, and she could feel it trickling down her face. "You think that's..?"

She didn't finish the sentence, couldn't finish the sentence. The flood of emotion was too great and overwhelming. She moved without thinking, driven by a raw, uncontrollable burst of rage. Empousa lunged again, not with precision but wildly, recklessly. Her body was reacting before her mind could catch up. The desire following was not for intimacy, not for closeness but for the need to taste the beast's blood. To hurt her.

Emmie reacted to the bite before she felt it, pulling her leg back and free of the beast's mouth. She was relishing in the pain, in the blood rushing from the bite wound. And then her teeth snapped, aiming not at Enyo's throat but at the supple flesh and muscle of her chest, a fast, sharp bite. It was meant to make contact, to feel her there, underneath her teeth. The scrape of fur against her mouth wouldn't be enough. She needed to sink her fangs into her, this was about releasing the pent-up fury boiling inside her. She would tear back, falling back almost as quickly as she tried to bite her, her body jerking back with the feral unrestrained emotion coursing through her veins like a drug. The adrenaline controlled Empousa.

"You think you can just dismiss me?" She spat, her voice a thundering snarl. "You think I'm some kind of weak thing you can just brush aside?"

Her movements became jerky and uncoordinated. She didn't attack again, but her muscles were taut. Her body coiled like a spring barely held in check. Empousa wasn't thinking about tactics anymore; it was pure emotion driving her, every instinct screaming at her to keep pushing, to keep fighting, to keep TEARING.

"I'll make you feel me," She hissed, her voice raw and shaking with something uncontained. "You think I'm nothing? That I'll just roll over for you? You don't know me." Her breathing was fast and uneven, and her eyes locked onto Enyo with a burning intensity. The playful banter was long gone since Enyo was a complete and utter bitch. She wanted to lash out again, but instead, she held herself back- just barely, her body trembling with the effort. She wasn't stupid; she knew she couldn't overpower Enyo, not like this. But the need to push, to defy, to fight was too strong to ignore.

Her tail lashed behind her as she growled, the sound vibrating from deep within her chest. "Try to break me Enyo," she said, her voice low and dangerous, threatening. "I dare you"

Her teeth bared, but she didn't lunge or lash forward. She didn't show any signs of attacking again..yet. Instead, she stood her ground, her entire body thrumming with tension, challenging Enyo to make the next move. Daring her to try and crush the fight that completed her, that was her. "You won't," Empousa sneered, the rage prevalent in her voice, "You can't."

Empousa vs Enyo for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Novice Intellectual
Specialty:

"Speach"