Dabbling

It took a lot out of her to not just rip this dame's ear off. She restrained herself though, she needed to use it as leverage for the beast to let go of her chest. She pinched her teeth slightly, just enough to cut small little nicks into her audit. Then finally she was released, and a sigh came out of her maw as the slight pain faded. Because of the rush, the full amount of pain her wounds would carry was not yet felt. They were superficial, at least for the moment.

With careful eyes she watched as Sinister stepped back, her white coat shining in shadows. She saw that she was soaked with her blood, which only furthered her anger. But she just stood there, making no move to attack her. Slightly confused, Othello stood there, regaining her posture. What was going to unfold now? Was that it? Did she only want a simple taste of her blood, and nothing more? Othello was still being careful though, watching the beasts muscles to see if they coiled or got ready for movement. Whatever she was planning to do, she simply awaited her to move. She was faster and had a better chance at dodging and counter attacking than to run at her head on.

"Speech"
'thoughts'