Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

as expected, her little nip was not received well. the boy roared and spun on his heels, fangs bared and ready. before astara could sidestep, he had managed to grab her lip. her eyes flew wide open in surprise, and the smugness from before was replaced with outrage as pain overrode her senses.

no longer was she gentle in her ministrations.

in return for his stinging rebuke, valour was repaid tenfold. astara lunged for his nearest ear in catty pettiness, attempting to twist and hurt the tender cartilage within. that was for the pain he had caused her, and no other reason -- for astara did not fight fair. she fought for the tender spots.

she felt a sickening sense of validation once her maneuver was inflicted, but she was yet to let her guard slip. he was faster than he looked, and she was no master warrior herself.