She’s so relieved when he arrives that she smiles an actual genuine smile, a fire lighting in those dark eyes of hers. There’s more anticipation than anger within her and she doesn’t even think to volley insults back and forth with him. Not this time. There had been a part of her that feared he would just sneer at her and continue walking, dismiss her and this fight with a twitch of his tail. There is a bizarre sense of comfort in having her challenge accepted, and it’s easy to believe that in this one thing - if nothing else - they are kindred spirits.
Perhaps they just need to tear each other to shreds every few years to relieve stress.
Agetta has no idea how this is going to end, whether she’s grown weak in her half-life, but she does not believe this is where she will die. She has not thought about that yet, not in her travels here and certainly not in this moment. She’s not thinking about the end of the fight right now, she’s too eager for it to begin. Her entire body dances the line between tense and relaxed - it’s .
When Atrox leaps, her mind empties and she feels peace. His growl finally elicits an answering one from her as she twists her feline body. The reaction is slower than she would have liked (these are old muscles she has forgotten to stretch and the walk here was not enough) and his claws tear shallow scratches across her chest. Red blooms and mixes with the long silvery fur. Her own claws are out now and she brings up a mighty limb to push away his face and those dangerous teeth. And if they leave a mark while they do so? All the better.
She’s smaller than him in this form, but she doesn’t shift again just yet. As she follows her own strikes with a push forward, to tear into black skin with her gleaming canines, something akin to starlight shines faintly and briefly from the wounds on her chest as the flesh there knits back together. The night was just beginning and she had no intention of bearing his scars when it ended.
@[atrox]