Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

it occurs to banshee somewhere mid-strike to wonder, 'hey, why the fuck does this wolf sparkle?'  the thought is so distracting that she almost forgets what she's doing entirely.  she clocks back into reality to spit out a mouthful of his fur -- some of which simply refuses to evacuate her mouth.  so, on top of coming back to earth somewhat confused, she's got hair on her tongue.  it's a weird feeling for sure--

and now she has a giant oaf of a wolf loping toward her.  she claws for clarity, trying to rein in her discombobulated thoughts.  on top of having the energy of a jumping spider on methamphetamines, she has the attention span of a human toddler (with, perhaps, a bit of the lack of object permanence, too).  so, he's trotting toward her, and she's inwardly flailing for some kind of reaction.  she doesn't even realize that he's not even moving that swiftly, just that he's big and heading toward her; therefore, that means she needs to, uh, do something. 

obviously, diving wildly beneath him with her belly dragging on the ground just... makes sense.  that's a normal maneuver that wolves do, right?  sure is.  she does that, never once questioning that in exactly no world would this work.  she flings herself directly at bronco like he's the immovable object, and she's the unstoppable force.  even if she does make it beneath him, it's jarring as hell.  any impact rattles her teeth and her bones.  he snaps at something, but she sure as shit doesn't know what.  her whole body feels like an electric chainsaw (if she actually knew what one was); and now, suddenly, here she is, on the ground.

this is definitely how fighting works, for sure.