[Who needs air? Not Hayame. That's the mantra she's living by right now, muscles in her neck bulging beneath his hand, blunt nails scrabbling at the side of his cheek even as she pushes up from her back hooves to push even more of her weight up against him.]
Who attacked me, you naked monkey.
[Disrespect. She'd given him the correction, and yet to be called a "pony", (let alone a "girl"), again, makes her see red, snarling straight into his face.]
As if I'll bargain with that?
[But she does let go of his hair. Only to slam that palm into the wall behind him, push off it, spin, twist the wrist she has tenuous hold of- And slam her forelegs back down to the floor, a move she hopes will jar him, and give her just enough leverage to wrench and throw him off her.
At least this time, she's not aiming to have him land underfoot, instead trying to toss him and get distance between them again.]
yeah... that'd do it
[Who needs air? Not Hayame. That's the mantra she's living by right now, muscles in her neck bulging beneath his hand, blunt nails scrabbling at the side of his cheek even as she pushes up from her back hooves to push even more of her weight up against him.]
Who attacked me, you naked monkey.
[Disrespect. She'd given him the correction, and yet to be called a "pony", (let alone a "girl"), again, makes her see red, snarling straight into his face.]
As if I'll bargain with that?
[But she does let go of his hair. Only to slam that palm into the wall behind him, push off it, spin, twist the wrist she has tenuous hold of- And slam her forelegs back down to the floor, a move she hopes will jar him, and give her just enough leverage to wrench and throw him off her.
At least this time, she's not aiming to have him land underfoot, instead trying to toss him and get distance between them again.]