derp
In hindsight, maybe it hadn't been a good idea to kill the rat. It was probably and even worse idea to throw the corpse at Halo's face, but the sable-shaded woman was fuming mad beyond caring, too. She didn't live by anyone else's goddamn rules; the only person here she even had to listen to was Gabriel, and she hadn't seen hide or hair of him since moving in. As far as she was concerned, he was a non-issue. This house wasn't Halo's; Eris lived here, too, and she refused to let it get overrun with nasty little rodents.
Eris wasn't capable of defending herself against much of anything, let alone a trained warrior, one who had learned to kill at an early age. The sable-shaded woman backed up to no avail, as she had reached the end of that particular hallway; her back to the wall, there was nowhere to go and nothing to do but face the crimson-eyed woman. Eris thought about jumping into one of the rooms and locking the door, but she'd have to come out sometime, then. The other canine made her intentions clear, the fist flying for the sable woman's face. Eris ducked her head to the side, but just as the coyote hybrid's fist sailed past her face, another socked her in the stomach, knocking a yelp and a breath of air out of her.
Reeling for a moment, the sable-shaded canine reached forward blindly. Her fingers lit on a chunk of the other canine's hair, and Eris yanked, hard.
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