The foolish girl taunted her, a smirk lifting her dark lips. The woman would tsk, shaking her head. "Strike one, two and three." She would murmur softly. Immediately her defenses settled in. Her eyes narrowed, ears pinned and hackles rose. Her shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched as her head fell even with her spine and her chin tucked. Legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed and claws dug into the ground. Her weight was evenly distributed, her tail flagging out behind to act as a rudder.
She struck like lightning. She would launch herself forward, aiming to come at the girl head on. Her left shoulder would jut forward at the last moment, aiming to slam into the soft flesh between the girls chest and left shoulder, hoping to dislocate it. Immediately following, her crown would tip to her left, aiming to come down across the left side of the girls face. She aimed to sink her upper fangs into the girls left eye while her lower fangs sough the tender skin of her left cheek. This foolish whore would pay dearly.
