Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

ooc; 10 for hel

the man seemed to be slowing down. he was now relying on brute force over tactics, and that is when people made mistakes. he seemed desperate, gasping for air when he could and throwing his full weight into her. Heloise felt her fur raise defensively as he neared again. he was trying to make her drop her rear. she'd snap out, tasting the air, a warning in essence. she did not make contact with him. when he collided with her, she turned to face the front. her shoulder stung, bruised, as when she twisted his weight smacked into it.

it hurt but at least she could breathe. her shoulder muscles would be sore tomorrow and develop a nasty bruise. though he was succeeding in throwing her off balance. she would attempt to stomp her front legs into the earth to regain it, hoping he did not take advantage of her momentarily lapse. gripping the earth below, Heloise would use her own muscle. she'd charge forward, hoping the brazen display would put him off his guard or at least surprise him. her head tucked to protect her throat as she headbutts him. aiming for his neck or chest to wind him further.