[/html]Nakir shifted her weight to better pin the male down, digging her claws into his shoulders near the collar bones. She grinned wickedly at him, offering a menacing snarl and snapping her teeth alarmingly close to his throat. Perhaps not the wisest decision, but the female had been itching for conflict and here it finally was, at her door. She was playing with him, elongating the fight though she could easily tear his throat out. Nakir laughed, exulting in the power she had over the optime male.
His bludgeon connected with her shoulder and the laugh turned into a bitter snarl, pain erupting in her left foreleg and causing her grip to slacken briefly. She dug in harder with her right claws, narrowly dodging a second attack aimed at her head. No longer caring for the game of the fight, Nakir went for his throat this time, aiming to kill. The attack would hopefully land and deal some damage, if it didn't tear his jugular as intended.
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