[ If she were a more responsible adult, she probably wouldn't be encouraging some punkass ImPort with a giant insect for a pet to be brawling with a police officer right outside the scene of a crime. But hey, when you're several thousand years old, you get your entertainment where you can. It should be fun, to see how much of his attitude is posturing and how much of it is backed up by something real — not that she cares either way. She'd could be entertained by bravado as much as skill.
Still, she's not interested in hurting Golisopod (a good boy, as far as she's concerned), and she doesn't necessarily have to, even if she wants to show off a little.
There's a fleeting moment of muted surprise on her face when Golisopod vanishes — only to reappear right in her face, swinging right at her. It's seven thousand years of muscle memory and raw instinct that gets her out of the way — she rolls to the side, last minute enough to feel the Golisopod's paw whoosh through the air overhead. ]
"Destruction in human form?" Cute. [ She taunts wryly, testing the situation a little by seeing if she can lunge and dodge around Golisopod to close distance between herself and its trainer. ] Is that what your friends call you?
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Still, she's not interested in hurting Golisopod (a good boy, as far as she's concerned), and she doesn't necessarily have to, even if she wants to show off a little.
There's a fleeting moment of muted surprise on her face when Golisopod vanishes — only to reappear right in her face, swinging right at her. It's seven thousand years of muscle memory and raw instinct that gets her out of the way — she rolls to the side, last minute enough to feel the Golisopod's paw whoosh through the air overhead. ]
"Destruction in human form?" Cute. [ She taunts wryly, testing the situation a little by seeing if she can lunge and dodge around Golisopod to close distance between herself and its trainer. ] Is that what your friends call you?