[/html]The glare the man sent her way did not do much to improve her tensions, but she decidedly
did not allow it to her to get. Raoth already seemed to be a man that was mad at the world,
and she did not do much other than disturb his attention, causing him to accidentally fling his
blade. It was hardly anything to cause a fuss over, so the woman kept the small smile on her face
as she approached the coyote.
Again, she felt dumbfounded as he snorted at her; surely, she had yet to rise mentally to her
rank, but even if she was a Luna or a Prova, she did not take kindly to the lack of respect that was
given to her. She let it slide again, and stepped closer to the sneering man--how his lips curled
over his teeth, as if he saw her as something little and nothing more. Maybe it was the smirk that
got her blood to boil slightly, but not enough to stir anger within her. The man seemed
expeierenced enough, so she did not give any pretense to him, and automatically went at him.
Her clenched hand looked to connect with the left side of his face, barely any power behind
the motion though, while the lower half of her body aimed to unbalance the right side of his body. She
was not sure if the feint would work; she did not know his style, and was merely testing the waters
to see how he would react.
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