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her grip lands, albeit not where she'd hoped. it does not matter, fangs will do their work just as well on whatever target presents themselves to her. eery is the utter silence with which the warlord moves, fury and hate powerful motivators she seeks to overcome none the less. no matter her ire, she had learned time and time again that fights fought in emotion were ones she did not oft win. 

glancing grip tears away fur, and so she releases her hold and drives her shoulder into the woman's side, fangs aiming for Vanity's scruff as she attempts to shove her sideways into the dirt.