He talked. He talked. It was perhaps his most noticable feature. Eto had already begun to wonder if he would some day use up all his words. Ah, but for now, she had to accept that she was at the bottom of the pecking order. For now, at least. Inside her, Mars' blood still existed even if years of solitary living had subdued it. For now, it simply curled up in the pit of her stomach as she took in his words, wached him closely. She did her best to think like somebody who could escape would think. What to use against him? What was his weakness? Even though she looked to be rather obedient as she followed, her eyes were constantly shifting between him and the terrain around them. Was she faster than him? She could be good at hiding. She'd always been good at that. But where?
He seemed chuffed with himself. He had turned to face Eto by then and she had reacted instinctively - she stood tall, her eyes locked onto his as they narrowed in contemplation. "All talk, no play," she huffed, "if you get the flesh just right at the eyes and a bit of pressure..." her voice dropped as she recited Draygo's words. And then, in one swift movement, she lunged forward. She aimed for Cuirass' eyes, their heights even enough to make the task easy enough, but she had little conviction behind the act. If she hit flesh, it'd only be momentary - instead, she wanted him to flinch, to turn away.
And then in another frantic movement, she moved to pivot; she dug her paws in and kicked out as she turned, hoping to send a flurry of dirt and grass towards him. Smokescreen. Escape. Run. Hide. She wouldn't waste time - she'd run, eyes forward and ears back. She didn't have any questions to ask him! She just hoped he was all talk and no action. Then maybe she'd be able to cross the borders into the forest again and find herself a suitable hiding place.