I'LL LOAD THE GUN, YOU PLACE THE BETS

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? her queenly attention diverts as the presence of her carmine beauty becomes apparent, her abstract gaze softening from its typical frigidity as avid pupils connect with the empress? volcanic gaze -- entirely captivating. yet her defensive stance is unwavering even as the scarlet vixen lays waste to the distance that separates tyrant from queen, frayed lips tweaking with undeniable mirth as fiamette?s soprano infiltrates the foreboding silence that can only belong to this god-forsaken GRAVEYARD. although the phantom deity refrains from verbal retort, her pallid skull bobs faintly in appreciation of the sentiment, fully knowing that she did not need to express her own willingness to slaughter for fiamette?s sake -- such a fact is wrought within the momentary warmth of her mismatched gaze. however, as the obtrusive footfalls of a secondary bystander breach the paladin?s auditory system, her eyes yet again glaze over with sinister intent, pupils easily locating the form of her haughty once-sibling { the betrayer! } as he executes his enraged approach, evidently vexed by her inescapable challenge.



his speech is enough to elicit an incredulous snort from flared nostrils, countenance yet vacant of the emotion swarming beneath even as she registers his insipid vocals. he claims of her obsession with him and of her supposed unwillingness to witness his departure from their family ties; alas, summoning him to her arena is no labor of love -- only vengeance. the pale tyrant queen refrains from retaliation, pupils focused upon his central chest cavity in an attempt to pinpoint muscle contractions that would serve as telltale signals of his impending charge, her own rugged sinew flexing beneath pale flesh as his venomous speech subsides. and as he begins to barrel forward, so the phantom can only mutter a faint: ?move,? to her little demon before robust appendages begin to pump her into action, readily discarding the empress? offer -- this was her battle to WIN.



rather than remaining stationary, the phantom hopes to meet her brother?s charge head-on with a sprint of her own -- refraining from falling for his feint to her left as her pupils remain focused upon his chest cavity. yet she allows for novo to position himself slightly to her right { and his left }, forcing her own right shoulder blade to shunt forward and serve as her jousting lance as she attempts to position the jutted right shoulder blade towards the center portion of the natural groove located between her brother?s left shoulder and leftwards chest, aspiring to thrust the pointed blade there with the intentions of dislocating his left shoulder, hoping that the force of her potential forward exertion and hefty weight might increase the odds for successful dislocation. of course, the success of his attempt to slam into her chest is dependent upon the success of their collision, so the tyrant queen remains unharmed for now [ counter, pending damage. ]



in synchronicity with her attempted shoulder-slam, the deity?s gaping jaws tilt diagonally to her own left, surging forward in an attempt to latch across her brother?s visage. the incisors of her upper jaw endeavor to pierce through her brother?s fragile right eye in hopes of permanent blinding, her mandible intending to strike the thin flesh upon the center of his left cheek in hopes of disfiguring his pristine facial features. meanwhile, as the tyrant queen glimpses the sweeping motion of her brother?s right forepaw from her peripherals, her own left forepaw elevates and her weight shifts evenly between her three grounded appendages to accommodate the loss of the fourth, attempting to slam her ascended left forepaw onto the right front toes of her brother, ambitious to break the toes beneath her crippling weight. she aspires to time this motion as he sweeps beneath her left forepaw, hopeful in her endeavor of catching his right forepaw beneath her left. her tooth and claw will show no mercy -- not even to her own blood. he will receive the brunt of her wrath whether or not he believes himself deserving of it.



throughout the deity?s attempted assault, her defenses remain secured to the best of her own ability: skull lowered slightly over her breast to safeguard her precious vitals, tail held in level alignment with the remainder of her spinal column as her hackles raise along the length of said spine. mismatched gaze remains narrowed to slits yet alert of their surroundings, triangular ears fold against the contours of her lowered crown, and abdominal muscles tense to tighten her core. limbs are spread equidistant apart, each bent slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity as her weight distributes evenly among all four { save for when she lifts her left forepaw }. toes are splayed across the stained earth and her nails grapple into the soil for traction, shoulders rolling forward and skull drawing back slightly to encumber her neck in protective layers of excess flesh and fur. chin tucks defensively against the curvature of her neck and her jaws remain unhinged, blackened lips peeled back to expose her favored artillery of choice and scrunch the skin upon her countenance. she will emerge victorious from the fray, and he will taste defeat upon his tongue -- as fate has already decided.




ARTEMIS vs NOVOCAINE

for

RIGHT EYE


ONE of TWO


attacks -- attempting to thrust her right shoulder into the natural groove located between novo's left shoulder and leftwards chest, intending to dislocate his shoulder. attempting to diagonally angle her jaws across novo's face, upper set of teeth aiming to impale his right eye and bottom set aiming to latch onto his left-sided cheek. lifting her left forepaw, intending to crush the toes upon his right forepaw as his right forepaw sweeps beneath her left, hoping to catch to paw before he can continue sweeping his paw.


injuries -- pending damage from collision, balance pending from her attempt to counter the sweeping motion of his right forepaw.