[ selina advances on the blonde to close the distance between them, the group of waterlogged corpses making their way up the beach. there's no visual, physical change but there's a whole change in her demeanor as she makes her way down -- shoulders back, chest out, strong. it's pretty clear she doesn't plan on running away and, hey, homegirl is welcome to if that's what she's gotta do. she won't hold it against her.
she crouches down low and stays low, her fighting style more feline than it is of any specific style -- she's learned a dozen of them, combined them into something that meshes well with her style of plain, old, dirty street fighting. ]
Keep running. Get someplace safe.
[ she's like a cat waiting to pounce and the moment she gets her opening, she does. the truth is she probably needs to let off some steam and she tears into them. she only wishes she had her whip. ]
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she crouches down low and stays low, her fighting style more feline than it is of any specific style -- she's learned a dozen of them, combined them into something that meshes well with her style of plain, old, dirty street fighting. ]
Keep running. Get someplace safe.
[ she's like a cat waiting to pounce and the moment she gets her opening, she does. the truth is she probably needs to let off some steam and she tears into them. she only wishes she had her whip. ]
Or maybe make yourself useful?!