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    lycanthrope got a reaction from sumeragichan in The Great Sue Hunt   
    Lycan ducks and weaves and just once thrusts with the sharp weapon in her grasp. Going wide of her target and seeing an opportunity to strike with her closed fist, which she takes right to the impossibly high cheek bone of the woman in front of her. Thinking that it might make some sort of dent, she's right it does cause a few breakages... Mostly to her fingers but at least she managed to break something. Privately she was going to call it an achievement and move on.
    Stepping back she switches her blade of her less dominant hand and tyres to shake out the persistent ache through her fingers, while still trying to stay out of slashing distance. Slowly she was beginning to learn either that multi tasking wasn't part of her skill set or she was out matched in this confrontation.
    A leg springs out from... well nowhere. There was no conceivable way that her opponent could have raised her staff to strike and dropped into a sweep at the same time. It was just imposable. Yet Lycan still ended up flat on her back and having to roll out of the way so that crescent moon blade didn't slice her in two.
    Coming to land once more on her back she takes a moment to look at the high ceiling, was this girl indestructible or was it just Lycan's imagination?
    Above her the light catches auburn locks as a woman passes into her sight, another blond held in an unyielding grip. “Either hide somewhere good or get inventive. Don't try to fight 'em traditionally, they plan ahead and will always counter any expected move.”
    Lycan then groans to herself, her back already aching as she pushes it into an arch to throw herself onto her front and up onto her knees. Inventive? She could do that right? The sound of nothing but wind blowing between her ears was less than a comfort. Did it count as inventive if she found a really, really original place to hide?
    Slowly Lycan turns her gaze to the blond woman who just moments ago had been handing her, her ass on a sliver platter, to find her just standing there. “What are you doing?” Lycan asks, knowing she's pushing her luck, she should just be glad of the short respite not questioning the bloody thing.
    “I am waiting for you to stand.” The blond says, almost bouncing up and down with excitement. “So we may continue or epic battle to the death.”
    “Uh huh.” Lycan's eyebrow rises high on her forehead. “So let me get this straight.” With much effort and every bone screaming in protest the werewolf clambers to her feet. “You're only fighting me, 'cause I started fighting you?”
    “And for the victory of our great and powerful mistress.” If that constantly bubbly smile didn't drop the fuck off this bimbos face Lycan had the distinct impression that she was going to lose her temper. Which judging by the current state of her mangled fingers, would in no way be a good thing. “Now raise your weapon, we must continue this battle.”
    “Oh hell no.” Managing to resist the urge to throw her seemingly useless sword over her shoulder – but only just – she takes a moment to sheath it, an action that only proves to be hampered by it begin clasped in an unfamiliar hand. After some decidedly uncoordinated movement it drops into the scabbard and both of Lycan hands land at her hips. The nice redhead had said to be inventive. That was more than just a little broad and so far all she could think about was the tumble weed being blown about in the creative portion of her mind.
    “No, no, no.” The blond yelled. “We must resume.”
    “No! Play time is over!” She was cold. She was tired and fucking hungry. The new injury on her hand only adding to her crankiness. Lycan's head then tilts in a very canine way as her opponent flinches at the tone of her voice. No! There was no way that, that was going to work. Was there? Not really thinking it through the werewolf presses forward and lifts a hand from her hips to wag a finger in a highly disapproving manor. “I've had just about enough of all this prancing about! Violence for the sake of violence! It is completely pointless and without merit!”
    “But...” Lycan's opponent begins to try and get a word in edgeways.
    Only to be cut off by the werewolf. “Are you contradicting me?!” Lycan takes a step forward, more than a little pleased when the blond takes a corresponding one back and dropping the staff in her grip to play idly with the pointed crescent moon blade. Shyly shaking her head back and forth. “You had best not be.” The volume of Lycan's voice was starting to taper off, even if she kept the assertive tone running through it.
    “I'm not.”
    Was that disobedience? Apparently shouting was the best way to go. “What did you say!?”
    The blond takes a step back, looking to almost shrink into herself keeping her eyes firmly fixed to her weapon which was currently only proving to be a distraction so she didn't have to look into Lycan's eyes. “Nothin'.”
    “You know what. I don’t even want to look at you any more.” With a flurry of movement Lycan points off in the vague direction of a door. Any door. “Go to you room!”
    Still this woman tries to disagree. “But...” Only to be cut off once more.
    “No. No arguing. You go straight to your room and you do not come back out until I say so. Are we clear?”
    Apparently the air of authority was enough as the other woman stubbed the carpet with her toe in a very childish manner before tuning and heading in the vague direction the werewolf was pointing in. Lycan had no idea if this woman a) had a room in which to go to or b) if it was in that direction but she was leaving and Lycan was still standing. Surly that was enough to chalk it up to a win.
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