Hoshor Plains A Few Dollars More

Don't be afraid to take injury? It seemed backwards to her, though that did not last for long. Iron blossomed in her mouth, staining her teeth and gums seconds before Keres was taken by the neck, by surprise. There was a moment where she did indeed fear for her life and she could have sworn she could hear Erebus curse her name, but the stranger proved trustworthy enough to not take her life but simply toss her aside as though she were a whelp.

Hitting the earth, rolling, Keres gasped as the breath was stolen from her lungs, ripped away from her by a forceful hand. Her recovery this time was not near is quick, staggering to her feet and shaking her head to try and clear the fog that the impact had lain so gently over her mind. Huffing, the woman found the sting of her injury spurned her forwards, made her unwilling and unwanting to fold and yield.

Tenacious, stubborn, and hardheaded, she threw herself into the fray once more. Silver clashed with gold as she made a bold move for his throat before changing her tactic at the last moment, turning so that she could could throw her weight in its full momentum into a hip check to jostle the man and perhaps disturb his balance. Only then did she make a clumsy grab for his throat, twisting her body to try and hit the mark that he had given her.