07-16-2018, 06:43 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Distracted. She had become distracted on the battlefield which was not something that a soldier such as herself often allowed to happen. Dangerous things could happen when one became distracted, death being among the choices and as long as she had been in the game, as long as she had been training and preparing herself for this moment she had a slip up. But she hadn't expected Washington to keep on fighting, at least not with a broken leg and the way that he came running forward in order to stop Maine surprised her. It had to be painful and that much was in her mind as she watched the smilodon, jaws parting in order to yell at him for being an idiot but no sound came from her. In fact a choking sound left her throat when Maine slammed full force into her side. He'd always been the brute force of the team, perhaps not the brightest but he was resourceful and when it came to a fight no one wanted to be hit hard by the brute. Her eyes closed as she was flung into the air as a resounding cracking sound. Pain never bothered her but she understood very clearly what had happened. Her ribs were fucked and how many had broken couldn't be determined right now.
Instead she focused on the fight before her, twisting her body despite the discomfort she as feeling to land on her paws and like a jet she prang forward, pushing her body to move faster. Going sixty miles per hour the feline jerked herself to the side and aimed to twist her body to slam her back paws into the Meta's helmeted head. If that world it would only serve to disorientate her before she sprang across his side, trying to grab a hold of his leg and jerk it the other underneath his body in order to try and force him to fall over. Her paws would then let go of him to aim a harsh blow toward his neck with claws extended in the hopes of causing some deep gashes in a important area. Her side burned harshly, and breathing this hard was causing more pain than it had before but she had no other choice but to keep fighting because if she didn't then he would surely get what he had come here for. The only thing she could do was either kill him now or stall him, whichever came first and she hoped it was the first option. Her eyes gleamed with the light of battle and she bared her large teeth before she tried to hold the large hellhound down with her paws pressing hard against his shoulder.
Instead she focused on the fight before her, twisting her body despite the discomfort she as feeling to land on her paws and like a jet she prang forward, pushing her body to move faster. Going sixty miles per hour the feline jerked herself to the side and aimed to twist her body to slam her back paws into the Meta's helmeted head. If that world it would only serve to disorientate her before she sprang across his side, trying to grab a hold of his leg and jerk it the other underneath his body in order to try and force him to fall over. Her paws would then let go of him to aim a harsh blow toward his neck with claws extended in the hopes of causing some deep gashes in a important area. Her side burned harshly, and breathing this hard was causing more pain than it had before but she had no other choice but to keep fighting because if she didn't then he would surely get what he had come here for. The only thing she could do was either kill him now or stall him, whichever came first and she hoped it was the first option. Her eyes gleamed with the light of battle and she bared her large teeth before she tried to hold the large hellhound down with her paws pressing hard against his shoulder.