This time she crashed into him, and in the last moment when it was clear that he was in no position to pull the same stunt again, her jaw snapped shut and she did her best to slam into him as hard as possible. Yes, when the girl was mad she wanted to punish those around her. She hoped it would be like this when her opponent was her enemy. She wanted rage and desire to punish like now. The girl always seemed to turn hollow when she found or created conflict and moved in to kill. It puzzled her, because she had always expected such moments would be rewarded with the highest peak of exhilaration there was. She continued to try to understand her own mind and body, but had failed repeatedly so far.
She was not allowed to clash as hard against him as she wished, but she was pleased with getting in a hit nevertheless. Her ruby eyes held his form and memorized how he had stepped back to absorb some of the strength of her blow and how he so quickly had rolled over and regained his footing. It looked so easy. A light frown traced her beautiful face, for she was certain that moving that way with such speed and impulse was so much harder than it looked like. He was a dancer, just like her, but on four feet and a row of fangs rather than a sword. She could easily respect him for the skills he obviously possessed, but the girl was not about to adore someone that thought they were much better than her.
Most of her rage had mysteriously melted away like snow thrown into fire, and she waited and listened as the Hydra’s words rose again to comment on her movement and explain things further. Some things he spoke of she knew already. Let someone push you down on your back and it is a loss. She merely nodded when his fountain of words dried up again. He had wondered who would be the attacker this round and the arrogant girl flashed a cheeky grin that answered the question as well as any yes. She moved, kept his gaze and felt earth beneath her hybrid paws. Perceive, feel, act. No thought.