[ Yeah, she ain't scared of him. Not even when he bursts out of the ruined bookshelf's remains, eyes blazing with some unknown inner power. QUITE THE CONTRARY. Panty's grin widens into 'manic' territory as he snarls his challenge. Finally. FINALLY.
God. She needs this. She wants this. Something to take the edge off, a body to sink her teeth into, a punching bag to soak up all the enraged adrenaline singing in her blood. Panty doesn't care. All that matters is Cloud is right there in front of her.
And all she can see is red.
Her first instinct is to lower her head mulishly, like she's going to plant her feet and let him take those horns right in the chest, but she's angry, not stupid. He has claws. She doesn't. Just letting him take the initiative would be an incredibly bad idea, and Panty's intent on coming out the ass-end of this shitshow not looking like a pack of sliced ham.
So while Cloud comes barrelling through the air like a wolfish guided missile, Panty throws herself sideways, skidding on her knees just far enough to-- ]
Chuck! You're up!
[ -- oh no.
Welp. Poor, eternally suffering Chuck has enough time to look up from where he was jacking off fiddling with his zipper of a tail, dawning horror widening that one bugged-out eye as Panty's fully extended leg comes sweeping along in a picture-perfect soccer kick.
"Ch-chuck?!" BOOT.
As if fired from a cannon, Chuck will come screaming (literally) at Mach 6 directly at Cloud if he doesn't move quickly enough. More to the point, with one leg stretched out and the other bent beneath her, Panty's going to be pretty immobile for the next couple of precious seconds. ]
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[ Yeah, she ain't scared of him. Not even when he bursts out of the ruined bookshelf's remains, eyes blazing with some unknown inner power. QUITE THE CONTRARY. Panty's grin widens into 'manic' territory as he snarls his challenge. Finally. FINALLY.
God. She needs this. She wants this. Something to take the edge off, a body to sink her teeth into, a punching bag to soak up all the enraged adrenaline singing in her blood. Panty doesn't care. All that matters is Cloud is right there in front of her.
And all she can see is red.
Her first instinct is to lower her head mulishly, like she's going to plant her feet and let him take those horns right in the chest, but she's angry, not stupid. He has claws. She doesn't. Just letting him take the initiative would be an incredibly bad idea, and Panty's intent on coming out the ass-end of this shitshow not looking like a pack of sliced ham.
So while Cloud comes barrelling through the air like a wolfish guided missile, Panty throws herself sideways, skidding on her knees just far enough to-- ]
Chuck! You're up!
[ -- oh no.
Welp. Poor, eternally suffering Chuck has enough time to look up from where he was
jacking offfiddling with his zipper of a tail, dawning horror widening that one bugged-out eye as Panty's fully extended leg comes sweeping along in a picture-perfect soccer kick."Ch-chuck?!"
BOOT.
As if fired from a cannon, Chuck will come screaming (literally) at Mach 6 directly at Cloud if he doesn't move quickly enough. More to the point, with one leg stretched out and the other bent beneath her, Panty's going to be pretty immobile for the next couple of precious seconds. ]