She was more prepared for him this time, however her methods of counter were nonetheless unpolished. As she leapt down for her with teeth gnashing wildly, she pushed off from her rock, not headlong but more to the side. Her aim was to ram her shoulder into his, using the force of her bound to knock him off kilter from her stone. Regardless, her pedestal would be sacrificed for another. Whether her intended blow made contact or slipped passed him, she landed on an adjacent rock and set herself at the ready again. In a strange way, she was growing to enjoy this movement of theirs. Even if the threat of harm was not real, in her mind it was a possibility- and it offered a sort of chill she had experienced before. Turning swiftly on her paws, she made ready to deflect him. |