Rising Sun Valley sometimes, quiet is violent

oh, of course it was an order, wasn't it? she merely did not like taking them. at his words, she moved to stand with languid elegance, knowing very well that this situation would not likely end without physical confrontation. his gaze glinted with mirth, as if sharing nought more than a joke, and her expression echoed his. his voice rumbled out once more, delivering a final insult, before the brute gathered himself and leapt. 

she was not unprepared, knowing that she could not muster the same raw power as he, she sought a different tactic than to ram into him. as soon as he set into motion, moving low and darting as an adder might as opposed to his charge, her fangs sought grip on a limb- for should she weaken him earlier on, perhaps she would leave this encounter with minimal injuries. 

he thudded into her then, and the impact sent pain rippling through her shoulder and side. yet she did not abort her quest to gaingrip on a limb that was hurtling toward her, and deal as much damage as she could, should her fangs find flesh.