you just can't hide

A crowd would gather, her daughter arriving first to offer her silent support. Valentine would also offer his support. Everyone else faded into the background, her sole focus settled on the woman who sought to claim her life. No words would be exchanged, only eery silence stretching on before them. Defenses remained intact: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, head level with her spine, chin tucked, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled forward, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, tail straight and aligned with her spine, and her weight was evenly distributed. Now she would watch and wait. The ebony woman began to move, forming a semi-circle before lunging forward at her (cats) left side. Lips peeled back into a snarl, it was the only movement she made as she silently watched her opponent, allowing her to come forth.

The ebony woman would charge, and so the silver Queen would shift some of her weight to her left front and left hing leg, bracing for the womans collision. Bodies would collide, a moderate bruise forming on the front flat portion of her left shoulder as they remained at a slight angle from her own left shoulder. The moment they collided, she was moving. She sough to realigned them so that they could be in a slightly head on position, though more so so that her own shoulder was aligned with the center of her opponents chest, she would seek to do this but swinging her own hips to her right several steps. This movement would cause her opponents fangs to miss their target, instead landing lower on the left side of her neck, roughly midway between her skull and shoulder. Moderate puncture wounds would pierce her flesh, but due to the woman jerking her head back ruthlessly, puncture wounds would become severe lacerations that bled freely. Pain would flare across her left forepaw as her enemies strike met its target. A moderate bruise would flare across her toes despite her attempt to put them in a nearly head on position.

Adrenaline flooded her system as she embraced the pain that assaulted her body. She needed this. Craved this. Immediately she jumped into action. Jaws would splay wide, her neck arching to her own left as she sought to position her jaws across the womans face. Her top jaw aimed to land over her opponents left eye, while her lower jaw sought to hook beneath her opponents left sided lower jaw. She was gonna take this bitch apart piece by piece, starting with trying to remove her left eye. Hind legs would bend before shoving herself forward, in sync with her bite, and hopefully into her opponent, so that their overlapping chests would collide. Her goal was to use her weight to put more force behind her bite and disrupt the womans balance. She would then seek to lift her right foreleg, extending the limb forward with the intent to wrap her left foreleg around her adversaries own left foreleg, just below her elbow. Her goal was to disrupt her balance by pulling her (nat) right foreleg in towards her own (cats) body. She wanted to see her opponent fall to the earth. Dead.