No blood, no death, just a clean fight with a beastie Alrik could prove his muscle against.
The pallas' cat smirked at Carja's words, the weight of an audience of eyes pressure-cooking Alrik into the perfect little slice of toast. He wasn't gonna crack. He was no egg!
Carja's grin became a snarl and Alrik
was a little intimidated felt as though he'd seen worse. What were a few rows of teeth to
an army of bat cats' anybody else's? Beating her (which he
totally could do by the way), would only be a baby step in the direction of defeating more... fearsome creatures.
Alrik tried quickly to blink the image of fluttering wings out of his mind.
The serpentine creature circled around him, and Alrik attempted to divert his attention to all sides, but mainly keep trained on her face. Faces told a lot. Intentions, motives; it was like a dance. And Alrik wasn't gonna let some sentient noodle lead him in it.
When the sand came flying, Alrik decided to counter it... with his own!
Carja's pocket sand stung in his eyes; temporarily he was indeed blinded as his instincts took over and he tried to blink the grains out, but he figured if
any of his got in as well, it would stop being a contest of brain and start being one of
brawn. It would all depend on who got up and kept going first.
Hopefully the message was made clear:
don't try any cheap tricks on me, sweetheart!
Round: 1/5
Attempt: Double pocket sand! (Uno reverse)
Defense: Uh... nope, he's stunned for now.
Injuries: My eyes hurt now, thanks sand.
@Carja