05-31-2018, 01:09 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Beatrice found herself returning Argus' grin. She sensed a darkness within the other fae, but it was welcomed. It meant a challenge - a true challenge. Claws dug into sand once more, and she realized she was truly enjoying this. This was not all the Beast's doings, she knew. Deep down inside, at the deepest part of her core, Bea was a fighter. And she loved the thrill of battle.
She watched as the katana fall into the sand, mentally keeping track of where the sharp object had landed. With any luck, if she needed to, she could use that to her advantage. However, she was more focused on the attack she had dealt Argus. A pleased grin painted her lips as she slammed into Argus, causing the other to cry out in pain. Beatrice had done well in choosing to attack her weakest side. Before she could enjoy her tiny victory, the Officer had knocked her to the ground before pushing off of her like a spring. The weight of the other made her grunt loudly, and the canine fell hard into the sand. She got up slowly, shaking the sand from her fur. She shot Argus a pointed look before a laugh tumbled passed her lips. That had hurt, she thought, rolling her shoulders.
It was then that she noticed Pincher, watching. Deciding she couldn't be distracted by him, her attention returned to the Officer. Argus had moved far away. The older female had backed herself into a corner. Interesting. What was she playing at? "Ilijas, take the right. Caesar, take the left. I'll head for the middle," she said, voice low. Whether or not the others would follow, Beatrice sped forward. [b][u]Once she was within reach, the crewmate leapt, hoping to slam a swiftly moving paw into the side of the woman's face.
[color=#D87921][b]
[color=#D87921][b]
She watched as the katana fall into the sand, mentally keeping track of where the sharp object had landed. With any luck, if she needed to, she could use that to her advantage. However, she was more focused on the attack she had dealt Argus. A pleased grin painted her lips as she slammed into Argus, causing the other to cry out in pain. Beatrice had done well in choosing to attack her weakest side. Before she could enjoy her tiny victory, the Officer had knocked her to the ground before pushing off of her like a spring. The weight of the other made her grunt loudly, and the canine fell hard into the sand. She got up slowly, shaking the sand from her fur. She shot Argus a pointed look before a laugh tumbled passed her lips. That had hurt, she thought, rolling her shoulders.
It was then that she noticed Pincher, watching. Deciding she couldn't be distracted by him, her attention returned to the Officer. Argus had moved far away. The older female had backed herself into a corner. Interesting. What was she playing at? "Ilijas, take the right. Caesar, take the left. I'll head for the middle," she said, voice low. Whether or not the others would follow, Beatrice sped forward. [b][u]Once she was within reach, the crewmate leapt, hoping to slam a swiftly moving paw into the side of the woman's face.
[color=#D87921][b]
[color=#D87921][b]
[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon