Follow The Bloody Brick Road

The red hired femme smirked as she watched the rage spill into the eyes of the darker woman, her blood pumping faster at the thought of a fight. Sure she has no reason to, but she liked provocation. Blood called to her, but it would be her blood spilled first. As Ylva spat her words, Val's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and her ears lied flat against her head. She has achieved her goal, and it was go time.

Ylva lunged at her, though they were already practically face to face, Val would not step down. She growled as Ylva's claws scratched at her shoulders they were mild scratches, causing Val to snarl as her hackles bristled in anger. Promptly, her own muzzle wrinkled as her tail lashed, toes spreading and claws extending into the ground for traction. Her shoulders rolled forward to protect her neck. And then it was when Ylva sought to bite her muzzle, that Val would tilt her crown back a few inches, Ylva's teeth cutting the bridge of her muzzle just before her nose, leaving moderate cuta that bled from the force behind Ylva's anger.

Val was mad now. Who was this angry and senile bitch??? She didn't care right now, the sight and scent of blood sent her into a frenzy. Val jutted her left shoulder forward, attempting to slam it into Ylva's windpipe with as much force as she could. Her aim was to knock the air out of, or choke her opponent. As she did this, her right paw would attempt to slam down upon Ylva's right paw, hopefully with enough force to fracture her toes.