Stavanger Bay Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.

are we gonna use dice roll for this or.. how do you wanna do it?

Ugh. Were they really all the same? Could she be blamed for keeping them at bay? To Zig's comment Julep rolled her eyes. He wasn't even worth a formal rejection. Every single man she'd ever met was obsessed with his dick and in all honesty she simply didn't understand what all the fuzz around sex was about. Fighting, though... Fighting was something she understood (or thought she did) and the one thing she believed was worth an effort. The idea of physical superiority was just stuck in her head for some reason, and being able to handle herself in combat was a necessity (especially when keeping males under check was an every day labor).

From the male's idle stand she understood it would be her who had to make the first move. Very well, she readied herself fixing her eyes on the male's and rolling her shoulders in a tiger-like fashion. She needed a strategy first, but without knowing his moves Julep relied on her eyes to pick up hints on what the best course of action could be. He was large, way more than her both in stature and mass, so tackling, pulling or pushing wouldn't help much.

Suddenly she stomps the water in an attempt to splash and distract the male with a curtain of water. She then lunged forward aiming for his head with her front paw, deciding that throwing quick hits while keeping out of reach was her best chance at playing him out.

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