Rusted copper, and ivory stripes danced around her like a well oiled machine. They both took their time, sizing up the competition, watching each others movements ebb and flow around the other. Galileo, her opponent, darted in with no real intent, and though her muscles twitched in response, they loosened again as soon as he back away once more. This, this was the thrill of battle that the rough edged lady lived for.
While some in the sea let themselves be smoothed out, those who wore the pelt of the Liopard let the waves cut sharp edges into them, eroding away and part that may have been soft in the past. She watched his amber eyes linger for a moment on her skin, and her own narrowed sharply. Distracted for a moment she nearly missed the cues to his strike.
He came at her the way a Fainne would, all brute strength and forward movement. The Ribin and the Liopardi were more like the waters in their motions. Pushing and pulling like the tides. Quickly she danced away from his blow, one that surely would have taken out one of her legs. She knew she'd have to watch any blows that came from his hooves, large as they were.
She pushed forward, curling around to his side as his feet landed back on the ground. She reared up, striking out with one hoof towards his neck, hoping to his hit him with her toe rather then the sole. A smile crosses her face as she does, she lives for the thrill of battle.
@Galileo @
