Aug 26 2020, 12:21 AM
Madhukar only had time to register the words that Kalama was spitting and come up with one single memory before she was thrown off.
'WHAT ARE YOU?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!?' Twisted. Or, well, The Cat that called itself that idiotic name. Madhukar immediately regretted her moves, immediately regretted how, if you played back the two films, you could see the two creatures mirror each other.
Were they really not so different?
Aaaaaaand she was off. Okay! Alright! Madhukar's upper body was kicked into the air, scraped by chicken talons. She lurched back, struggling to stabilize herself. " 'M OFF, 'M OFF!" she spat. That hurt. That hurt a lot! Madhukar hissed as she backed away; lashed her tail, bent head head down, fluffed her fur out. She narrowed her eyes at the hen, feeling as though nothing she could say would help her situation. She'd shown Kalama the threat she posed. There was no easy way to show her that she wasn't an assassin.
Running could imply failure. Hurting Kalama too bad would definitely reinforce the false notion. She could either throw the match... or she could win without killing Kalama. But what did it mean to 'win' this match anyways? What game was she playing anymore? She'd wanted to learn. Now she was just being screamed at by a chicken she was beginning to relate to.
Maybe she could make Kalama be quiet just by being... louder. That was a game she could challenge the chicken to and possibly win. "KALAMA! LISTEN!" She shouted, queuing up a thunderclap to crash down upon the both of them. Maybe the noise would make Kalama too bewildered or disoriented to keep attacking or shouting ungrounded accusations at her. If it worked.
Round: 5/5
Attempt: Out-loud Kalama (possibly hurt or disorient with noise)
Defense: Head lowered, hackles raised, eyes narrowed
Injuries: Scratched underside, unbalanced
@Kalama
'WHAT ARE YOU?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!?' Twisted. Or, well, The Cat that called itself that idiotic name. Madhukar immediately regretted her moves, immediately regretted how, if you played back the two films, you could see the two creatures mirror each other.
Were they really not so different?
Aaaaaaand she was off. Okay! Alright! Madhukar's upper body was kicked into the air, scraped by chicken talons. She lurched back, struggling to stabilize herself. " 'M OFF, 'M OFF!" she spat. That hurt. That hurt a lot! Madhukar hissed as she backed away; lashed her tail, bent head head down, fluffed her fur out. She narrowed her eyes at the hen, feeling as though nothing she could say would help her situation. She'd shown Kalama the threat she posed. There was no easy way to show her that she wasn't an assassin.
Running could imply failure. Hurting Kalama too bad would definitely reinforce the false notion. She could either throw the match... or she could win without killing Kalama. But what did it mean to 'win' this match anyways? What game was she playing anymore? She'd wanted to learn. Now she was just being screamed at by a chicken she was beginning to relate to.
Maybe she could make Kalama be quiet just by being... louder. That was a game she could challenge the chicken to and possibly win. "KALAMA! LISTEN!" She shouted, queuing up a thunderclap to crash down upon the both of them. Maybe the noise would make Kalama too bewildered or disoriented to keep attacking or shouting ungrounded accusations at her. If it worked.
Round: 5/5
Attempt: Out-loud Kalama (possibly hurt or disorient with noise)
Defense: Head lowered, hackles raised, eyes narrowed
Injuries: Scratched underside, unbalanced
@Kalama