Ah. There he was, as dark as a silhouette. He came as if answering a call to war; grim and doomed. The pace of his paws was rhythmic and Grimoire would swing to their military beat, adopting the pattern with theatrical flare. She noted his fine conditioning - mouthwatering in all definitions of the word. She reveled in the opportunity to feel that flesh between her ravenous teeth. The challenge of the test steepened with knowledge of his anatomy; with equality between them in height and him being heavier in weight, physical advantage was his by about 50 pounds. So, how could she attack him? A plethora of answers were pulled from the files of previous hunts she’d accomplished.

The jugular was the most obvious kill-shot, but he was standing straight on, and access to the life line was limited to dismal chances. Another choice could have been the inside of his rear legs; a main vein pulsed there as well… Grimoire’s continued considerations dwindled; one-shot kills would have to be abandoned because none were accessible with her presence announced as boldly and threateningly as it was. Orion was also facing her head on, so none were easily reachable. A different tact was required. Would Orion be savvy enough to analyze it?

The disdain she invoked in his golden gaze worked like a stroke down the length of her spine - pleasant, inviting, and alluring. More, her mind instructed, Give me more. Her tail slid right, then left while he morphed into a domineering stance. Sunlight intensified around them, pulling into relief the substance of the pair. Grimoire’s matte coat devoured the bright radiance, disguising the sleek musculature of a femme fatal. Juxtaposed with her, she wondered if Orion felt as if he were shining? She hoped so; heroes were the best at sparkling, and she loved shiny things.

Latin fluidly flowed from Orion’s vocals. With a gate like a drumbeat and with a voice like an angel’s, he seemed a symphony of righteousness. No enemy could have pleased her more. She soaked up his holiness through glacial orbs and held his condescending gaze as his lips crafted the declaration. Grandiose talk fed her vile spirit a decadent desert. Who knew she’d be given the opportunity for villainous banter?! Dreams continued to emerge in reality. Grimoire coquettishly rolled her shoulder as she slid a paw forward.

"Sed tamen non estis super me. (But you are not over me yet)," She provoked, beaming.

Weight came onto the paw she slid out, and from it, Grimoire propelled her bodice forward like a lance. Agility and speed would be her tools of destruction. Her lips flexed upward to transform her marvelous smile into a savage snarl. Her jaws flashed open, precise and a moment before reaching her target: Orion’s left lip. The wound she intended to inflict was to secure a hold on the skin flap just to the left side of his nose and sever the entire lip from his face. She snapped her jaws shut like a bear trap eager to taste the blood of a large predator between its teeth. Then, she collected her paws in preparation to alter her course with a gliding sideways lunge. The movement would aid in adding a flesh-stripping risk factor and it also increased the difficultly of catching her by swinging her haunches kitty corner to her opponent. Her front end was another issue, for its mobility was dependent on what she secured between her fangs.

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Scene: Early morning, no wind, fair weather
Terrain: Grassy field of Diveen, tall grass

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Introduction [x]
Attack 1 [x]
Defense 1 / Attack 2 [ ]
Defense 2 / Attack 3 [ ]
Defense 3 / Conclusion [ ]