THE CAMERAS ARE ROLLING // open, capture + torture

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Well, this was a bit of a predicament, wasn't it? Thea wasn't really keen on using her injured paw to attack, or put weight on it in order to use her good one. Neither option would end well, she didn't want to damage her injured one any more than she had, and she wasn't sure if her injured one could hold her weight.

As Caesar collided with her, she'd aim to rake her back paws against his side, whether they were still on fire or not, hoping to cause enough damage to get him to back off for a few moments.

This probably wasn't a fight she could win, and it was beginning to register in Thea's mind, especially as she took note of Rinto, who seemed unsure, but would probably happily jump in if Caesar was in trouble. This angered her, something she rarely felt, and with that, whether Caesar's pelt was still on fire or not, with no regard for tactics, or that fact all of her paws would be unusable after this if there was fire, rendering them almost useless, she attempted to slash at his chest with her remaining good paw. "Little fucker." She muttered, something she had picked up from Suiteheart, and her tendency to swear.