There was an eerie sort of silence after her brothers words were spoken, one that seemed to bring everything around her to a stand still. He moved then, inching closer, until the point that their noses touched. For a moment she was at the ready, waiting for him to snap, but instead there was a steady pressure coming from him. Instead of backing down, though, Rachias pushed forward with her own head, pressing her nose against his as he did so to hers. If she was going to hurt then, well, she was going to make him hurt too. The simplest of things spoke mountains of information and when Andre laughed she knew that it was time. He came for her then, head twisted and jaws open, straight at her face. Stunned, but ready none-the-less, the cream and caramel swirled hybrid twisted her own head to the side, unlocking her stiff legs to drop her front half beneath the oncoming attack. She wouldn't get away clean though, as the felt the pearly whites of her brother tear into the very edges of her ear on the way down. Live and learn, though, next time she would know to tuck. If anything it made her more focused and, in the face of life or death, the will to live kicked in at full. With her paws steady and her plan in mind, she shoved herself upward, only slightly forward. Ears now flattened, her head aimed right at his throat, a head butt. If anything it would give her time to get herself situated. |