She squinted and felt her lips pull up to expose her sorry set of feral teeth. They weren't feral at all, could cut through skin with a lot of pressure from her jaw, but nothing fancy and no fangs. Damn she wanted herself a pair of fangs. That would be cool. As it were, all she had were her bright apple green eyes and bright blue hair.
And the fact she was practically naked. That was a nice distraction. Well, maybe not for this fellow. He didn't look like he played for the right team. Whatever that meant. When Dram frowned her lips turned up and she blew him a soft kiss with a loud pop for emphases."Meat bag has much more than just a name, Darling." Now was the fun. Now she could show him her stuff.
Now she could barely dodge the stick that swung down at her head, feel it graze her shoulder and then felt the dirt at her back with her chest heaved occationally while she tried to remember how to breath. Was she dying? Oh god she was dying. Rai'nish quickly rolled over, on her hands and knees before she stood up, glaring, still catching her breath.
Instantly the stick was out and she was ready again. Mouth open, lips lush, bleeding knees and red palms. Eyebrows were drawn together in a clear 'unamused with this shit' expression. He was cheating. Or something. "One more." Rai'nish changed her position, keeping farther back. She'd be able to see him coming if he wasn't right in her face. That would work. Or, hm.
Rai'nish chucked the stick at his head,as a distraction of course, before she lunged for his middle section, ready to hook his ankles with her own in some small effort for him to fall down. Screw fighting, now she just wanted to get him on his back. The jerk.