Tyler grunted as they toppled over and landed with a soft thud. She was vicious in her attack, tearing at his clothes with primal need. The huntress was not going to go down without a fight. She bit, she clawed, and she struggled for dominance as she did in all aspects of her life.
Where most would blame it on adrenaline and alcohol surging through their systems, Tyler refused. This is who and what she was. She was a woman of action who took what she wanted without shame or consideration. In a single moment the assassin had decided she wished a bit of personal pleasure and fun and therefore she sought to claim it without care of consequence. On the contrary, Tyler goaded and taunted her prey on, growling out words that would make even a sailor blush.
