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Never did she think she would long to be in this situation. The impact brought a sense of freedom and independence she had never had before out of her. With it, her determination doubled down. If there were a way for her to invest more, she would have. He braced against it, the jolt of pain associated with ramming herself full speed into the body of another no doubt would leave some form of bruise… she assumed it would at least, for she had never truly experienced it herself.
 
He did not fall for her gambit, instead his hip swinging into her, causing her to dig her claws into the ground for balance until she felt his grip right below her ear, pulling back and rearing though that determination lingered. It felt much like dancing, and Aquene was finding much to her surprised that she enjoyed the way the adrenaline pumped through her system in that moment. Defend. She knew she would have lest time to think now. She watched as he aimed, moving swiftly.
 
She dropped her body low, splaying her limbs so her shoulder was just above where her elbow had been when he initiated the attack, at the last moment bringing it up with force hoping to hit him with it in turn and avoid too much damage in the process, at the same time her neck craning as teeth aimed to grip the meaty part of his front leg.