HORRIBLE SANITY

She doesn?t care what this woman calls herself. Instead Virgil worries herself with making certain that her defenses are all intact. Legs spread equally apart, weight evenly distributed, limbs bent, toes spread, claws biting into the soil for traction, tail lashing out behind her, hackles raised, center of gravity lowered, head lowered to align with her spine, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws parted, eyes narrowed and ears pinned back.
Her opponent charges straight on, seemingly aiming for their shoulders to collide. Virgil has no intentions of letting such a painful thing land. Instead she charges forth as well, stepping to her own right, hips pivoting to her own right as well. As a result, Six?s shoulder misses completely. As she pivots, Six?s jaws clip minutely into Virgil?s left side neck, a decent chunk of fur ripped out of the golden goddess?s neck along with a few slight lacerations.
Alas, Virgil is not in front of Six when the ebony woman raises. The golden goddess intends to take advantage of this; she seeks to bring herself perpendicular with Six?s outside left shoulder. The golden goddess?s own left shoulder lowers, hoping to slam into the muscular part of the ebony girl?s left shoulder. The matriarch redistributes her balance to her hind legs, which spread and squat, her front limbs lifting from the ground. Her right paw hopes to slam down on the woman?s back, just beyond Six?s shoulders, hoping to push down and outward on her hopefully off-balance opponent.
Jaws, meanwhile, snap for the bottom of Six?s neck, hoping to sink beyond the fur into the woman?s spine and disable her. Her powerful hind limbs push, hoping to push her chest and left shoulder into Six?s left front side and knock the previously raising woman off her feet. She wants to pin this bitch beneath her, to show her just who runs things around here.




VIRGIL vs. SIX for AMENTI
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