FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

[deimos]

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DELDRACH

FEMALE — JAGLIONESS — STRIKER

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Was she expecting that Texas would give a reaction to her results? Yes. Was she happy when Texas didn't? No. She fell silent, and like a storm on the horizon, her eyes darkened. Her visor slid down, over her eyes and her cheeks. She stepped carefully now. And notably enough, Deldrach did not reply to her taunts. Her ears swiveled about, eyes focused on Tex's body. And like water, she could see the path Tex would take. Aye, this Tex was skilled. But as skilled as a former battle queen?

Deldrach let her first attack touch. Moments before, her paws had shifted away, pushing Deldrach away at the same time Tex contacted her, head tilted down, minimizing the damage. Her breathing dragging in slowly, however, as Tex moved to make her next move, Deldrach suddenly ducked beneath it, her eyes tracking her movement. In the slight second that followed, Deldrach's head ripped to the right, the sabre aimed to dig into [member=1551]TEXAS[/member]'s soft flesh behind her leg, her head slamming upwards as she tried to crawl out from underneath Texas.

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#psychosocial.