Scare Valley

Bullish and brash, Mercy's gaze glimmers in the low light of the woods. Electric. Absolutely fucking electric as she hones in on the bear, crystalline hackles raising across her shoulders. There's an excitement and an energy to her, a grin that can't be tamed. "Dibs on the jaw." Grinning, lowering her head as she prepares.

Crouching low, gathering herself over her hind legs, and charging the bear-- seemed simple enough, right? Springing through the undergrowth and rushing the thing head on, keeping mindful of the claws. Her compatriot would hopefully be enough of a distraction, as she tags the side of the bear's neck. Snapping and snarling, throwing herself at the thing with reckless abandon. As long as she didn't get hit, Mercy would be fine, just fine.

"speech"