11-07-2015, 06:30 PM
Ethaethe isn't as quick to make her attack, but she is quick to see her opponents. She dodges, just getting some hide peeled and fur missing. She turns to face her straight on. Then she stands still and analyzes the circumstances. The ground is wet, slick even. She sees the smoky mare walking away. Then she has an idea. Verbal attack. "Well, that was a nice attack, I must say. For a fat, lazy dog. she says, walking to her opponent.
"Is that really all you can do? C'mon! A rock can do better than that!" she says, spewing her venomous words.
"Is that really all you can do? C'mon! A rock can do better than that!" she says, spewing her venomous words.