CASHING IN MY BAD LUCK ☆ maude

[LUMIA CIPHER.]

Shit. It seemed as though she would not be lucky enough to work this whole situation out peacefully. It was a shame, considering she had really been hoping that her little trick would work out. Unfortunately, the scent of The Typhoon definitely gave her away, something she would have to remember if she ever returned. That is, if she made it out of this whole situation alive. With her ears flicking back against her skull as the other stepped closer, Mia found herself hissing lightly, "Look... I don't want any trouble. All I wanted to come here was to look for something for my friend. Trust me, I'll be out of here before you know it... we don't have to fight." And she meant that genuinely, strange as that seemed. Despite her group's hatred of the Coalition, she didn't see a need to stir up trouble, especially when she had only come to see if she could get something for Danny. It didn't seem as though Maude shared that same peaceful sentiment, though, which was a shame. That made things... significantly more complicated.

As Maude came rushing forward, a frustrated grunt left Lumia, her back paws slipping into the Starpool as she was shoved back. She and Maude were about evenly matched in terms of size at the moment – with the other being slightly larger and still growing – but that armor gave her a distinct advantage, didn't it? Feeling her heart sink at the realization that she would indeed have to fight, a soft snarl left the young Cipher, her gaze narrowing and her claws slipping out. The strike against her shoulder caused her to let out a soft yelp, shaking her head as she snapped, "Damn it... I told you, I don't want to fight you!" With that said, the Typhooner knew that she couldn't back down. Not fighting back would be like asking for death, and she had no intention of dying anytime soon. So, she flung herself forward, attempting to dig her claws into the other's shoulders and yank herself on top of Maude's back. If she was successful, it would give her an advantageous point to strike from, at the very least.

Whether she was successful in landing on Maude's back or roughly shaken off, Lu's next action would be to swipe hard at the other feline's face, attempting to rip off the half mask that sat there. It was pretty much the only piece of armor she could actually hope to get off at this point, and a good one to pull off at that. If the wanderer's face was exposed, then Lumia could aim for vulnerable places like her eyes, and hopefully ward her off for long enough to bolt. The smaller feline didn't exactly want to flee, considering she hadn't accomplished what she had set out to do, but it also seemed like the smartest plan of action at the moment.

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