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This is what she lived for. Her body steadily began to ache with the rigors of battle. Adrenaline kept her heart racing. Her defenses remained solidly in place: 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, weight evenly distributed, tail straight and aligned with her spine, and her lips curled back in a snarl. The smell of her opponents blood was heavy in her nose and delicious on her tongue, but she wanted more, she wouldn’t be satisfied until her opponents blood washed over her silver paws in a crimson river.

Ebony jaws would clamp down on the left upper portion of her neck as her opponent maintained a grip. Moderate puncture wounds deepened, bordering on the line of becoming severe. And those wounds would become severe when the ebony bitch thrashed her head back and forth, puncture wounds becoming lacerations. Scars would litter her neck, trophies of the life she had taken. Again her shove was neutralized as her opponent pushed back, a moderate bruise forming across the front of her chest. As she (cat) moved, her opponent was pivoting to her (nats) right until her opponent stood at a slight angle to her own left shoulder. Her opponent would release her grip on her own silver right foreleg, allowing the appendage to safely land back on the ground, and thus allowing her weight to fall evenly across her grounded limbs. However, this would prevent the Queen from disrupting her opponents balance. But her opponent was quick, wrapping her ebony forelegs in a bear hug around her (cat) so that her opponents forelegs rested across both her own shoulders. Her opponents movement to put them at an angle would cause her jaws to miss their intended target. Dark jaws landed across the enemies left shoulder/neck. She would seek to immediately clamp her jaws shut, wanting to deepen the damage.

Fangs flashed in a flurry in the corner of her eye as the woman released her grip. Her enemies right foreleg would slip from her shoulders to land back on the ground. The Queen would seek to shove forward and slightly to her own right with all her weight. This would cause her opponents to fang to still land on upper left portion of her neck, a few inches behind her left sided jaw, but not nearly as lethal as the woman wanted. Again moderate punctures wounds would form, oozing blood. With her attempt to shove forward and to her right, her goal was to use her grip on her opponent to push and pull her opponent off balance so that she could force the woman to the ground. Following this attempt to disrupt her opponents balance, her left foreleg would seek to leave the ground, swiping at the womans right foreleg, near her right ankle. If she could successfully knock the womans forelegs out from under her, then she could bring the bitch down and end her miserable life. In sync with this, her head would thrash wildly, wanting to rip open the womans left neck/shoulder so that her opponent could feel her wrath before she died.