09-08-2020, 10:01 AM
The ground quickly came as Sweeney was suddenly pushed towards it, jaws around her neck and the scent of the Typhoon filling her nostrils. A growl left her throat as Sweeney's brain raced, thoughts of death intruding in her head. This was it, this is where she was going to die, out in the middle of who-knows-where and with a Typhooner at her throat.
The thought of it pissed her off.
A final growl left the kitsune's throat before she finally spoke, "Get off!" She would yell out, paws kicking up into the air to attempt to knock the other off, not caring if it caused more damage to her neck. If that was successful, Sweeney would then try to knock the other out with electricity, so that she could try and get away. She needed more practice fighting at home in order to actually deal with something like this. Sweeney was tired of losing.
The thought of it pissed her off.
A final growl left the kitsune's throat before she finally spoke, "Get off!" She would yell out, paws kicking up into the air to attempt to knock the other off, not caring if it caused more damage to her neck. If that was successful, Sweeney would then try to knock the other out with electricity, so that she could try and get away. She needed more practice fighting at home in order to actually deal with something like this. Sweeney was tired of losing.
THERE ARE RULES AND THERE ARE STRICTURES