Smashing The Opponent

N/A · 08-22-2015, 01:41 PM

A man approached, and gaze focused on the golden eyed devil. Well now, what was this? Someone who thought he was big and bad just because he had a pair? Bernadette would smirk, adjusting her stance as the stranger approached. She could feel the sensation, the possible thrill of battle just waiting. It felt like her skin was itching, a need filling her to break down and attack this man. But oh no, where were her manners? Bernadette would flash her teeth in a wicked smile. "Aye, someone who wishes to bring you to Forbidden Salvation, Boogeyman." Her claws would bite the earth, legs and toes spread, bending at the knees.

Hackles would raise, ears falling flat against her skull. Bicolored eyes would narrow, head aligning with her spine as she rolled her shoulders forward. Muscles were tense, a snarl ripping from peeled back lips. Tail struck out behind her like a banner. She was more than ready to deal with this man. "You answered the call, and thus I will allow you the honor of first blood, if you think you're quick enough to strike." Her words were cool, a tongue running across her teeth.

Come On.

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