Overture Downs sunlight on the meadow

The feline wasn't pleased with Shikoba, that was for sure. His motion seemed to freeze in time, Shikoba did not have enough time to react. With his hostage set down, his bod turned as a scream left his lips after his snarl. With lightning claws, they did not graze upon her shoulder. They dug.

A loud yelp of pain escalated through the druid's dry throat, the vermilion liquid draining from her wound. It swelled a bit on her shoulder, her body desperately tried to make itself steady even with a damaged body part. She almost backed down in fear of her own wound. But she couldn't give up yet. A family member's life was in her paws, and she needed to buy some time and bring him back.

She could see the sliver cat wind himself back for another attack, Shikoba quickly moved to the left to try and evade him. She feared her life was on the line, but was honor in death for the battle of glory? Honor was honor, and life was life. Growls of pain and anger dripped down from her black lips, her body posture showing a battle demeanor. If the cat was to stay behind just long enough after his attack, she would take a trophy back. His tail.

The long thing bothered her, she wanted that tail to know how she survived against a wild cat in battle. The glory within the bone was all she needed, she waited for the right time to sever the tail.