Moonspear don't wanna be alone

Hydra had been focusing on her retaliation, so much so that her proximity to him was enough that he could use it to his own advantage. But she had been tired of missing, and felt that maybe some nearness could do her some good—nevermind him. Nevermind him had been the issue in her logic; she felt the weight of him barrel into a good portion of her, and Hydra was winded. But she did not flounder or stop to catch her breath, or even dart out of reach as she typically would—with his limbs so close to her, Hydra exhaled and dove toward one while she found her feet, spinning her rear-end out of his reach as she moved to attempt to grip his own rear leg that had been close when she stumbled. It was something of a counter, but at the very least she had not lost her footing and fallen to the earth.