FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Her gaze was focused entirely on her fight. Nothing else mattered but she did vaguely hear something about a Delta and someone else screaming. But that wasn't her priority right now. She was livid that this outpost decided that they even stood a chance at coming here and attacking them. The absurdity of it was high and the serval was watching with narrowed eyes at the one that she had attacked moments before. Her calculative dark amber gaze was focused on the other even through the pain that rippled through her shoulder. She might have bruised the bone there but that was the cost of not having her armor anymore. It sucked but she'd learn to work around it till she did find it again. It was easy to read the movements of the other, as a soldier she was trained to do so and anticipate attacks and moves against her. This was like clockwork for the woman and she watched him duck, the projection of his movements clear to her trained mind. He was going for her stomach and she withdrew to the side sharply, feeling claws mar across her flesh of her front legs and blood to well up and spill. The color of the blood almost distracted her and she stared down at the golden colored fluid before jerking her attention back to the other and aiming to slam her head against his own since they were so close to one another. If that worked she would then follow up with a sudden smashing paw to the side of his head and then another in an attempt to floor him to the ground before wrapping a leg around his neck presumably to choke him out.

[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member]