DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?

Because of Medusa?s movement backwards, the attack?s success was changed. Teeth scraped along the harlot?s inner gums on her own left side, leaving moderate scrapes, but they clamped down on her bottom left lip and the bottom of her chin. As Medusa ripped back the flesh ripped, her bottom left lip torn and bleeding. The pain was severe, blood oozing down her chin, but the woman would not give up. She had enough left in her for one round, between the blood on her shoulder wound and the blood on her lip, and she would not be one to give up. A part of flesh was missing from her lips, but for now the siren would not mourn the loss of her pretty appearance. For now, she was concerned with death.
She?d moved back enough to avoid Newt?s charge previously, and thus without the giantess moving to face her, not much damage was possible to the harlot. The giantess reared and kicked out with her front legs, but only her right managed to brush along Medusa?s chest, delivering only the slightest bruising and no lacerations due to the fur that padded the area. This was all due to previous movement, and the harlot was going to seek to take advantage now. The harlot pivoted slightly more left during her initial moments of rearing up, hoping to bring them perpendicular. Hind legs tensed and then released, springing the dark mistress forwards. Her body sought to close any distance, hoping to, upon being close enough, transfer weight into her hind limbs. Her left paw had met air when she?d attempted to off balance Newt (similarly, Steno?s attacks had also met air, but the wolverine had been committing a backward retreat regardless. Thus, she?d be safe from Newt?s weight, as she?d never been trying to be directly under the woman?s paw anyways, and she?d been pulling back much like her mistress had), and her weight had already adjusted to three legs. Now it was seeking to adjust to the hind two.
She wanted to barrel into Newt?s right front side, hopefully in the shoulder area, the timing of her attack likely around a time when the giantess would be coming down so that the woman would be closer to Medusa?s height, as the harlot was seeking to rise when she hoped the giant would be falling towards the ground. Left leg and right leg sought to wrap around Newt?s neck, hoping she would still be airborne, and thus potentially off balance. She was bigger, yes, but Medusa had a great amount of forward momentum in her attack, and she hoped that by colliding with a strong force and with the woman on two legs, it might knock her off balance. Her legs wanted to hold onto the woman?s neck, to keep her latched on so that she might be on top of the giantess should she fall, and to hopefully keep her from wriggling away.
Jaws sought to bite into the lower part of Newt?s throat, head shaking while she tried to go in, hoping to collide and rip into the woman?s wind pipe, arteries, or both. The harlot wanted to put an end to this; her shoulder and chest ached fiercely from the position she?d put them in to attempt her attacks, and she didn?t want the battle to linger on. Hind legs were spread equally and bent as much as possible, weight evenly distributed upon those limbs, although about half her weight was attempting to shove into a potentially vulnerable Newt. Toes spread, claws bit into the soil, tail wagged out behind her to aide her balance, hackles raised, shoulder rolled as best as possible, head seeking to keep as close to aligned with her spine as possible, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws parted as best they could when not receiving the gift of flesh, eyes narrowed and ears pinned back.