"You are a complete idiot," were the words that left Tet's mouth that causes an even more wicked grin to stretch across her lips. It takes Vhalla no time at all to braid back her hair and dispose of her daggers on the ground on either side of the were-creature. When she prepares herself to launch at him, she can't help but let a chuckle roll off of her tongue when he insults her yet again. Little did she know he was simply trying to deter the assassin, she simply thought she could best this man in were form or in human form. Grinning again she offers him a slight shrug of her well-toned shoulders, "Call it what you like, I'm certain you're just afraid to fight a woman," she taunts him again, just before she charges him.

She's light and graceful on her feet, her footsteps nearly silent on the snow-covered floor. All humor erased from her face, she instead is focused as her eyes do a quick assessment across his body, searching for weak spots, if he favored a certain leg, she was certain she was quicker than him comparing his bulk against her slight form. Vhalla is completely consumed by her quick assessment as she reaches him, just but inches from him, Tet completely vanishes from her sight. Skidding to a halt, she whirls around to find him a short distance away, too far for a surprise attack.

Pausing, she folds her arms across her chest, brows furrowing, "Are you just going to run? Or do you plan to face me?" she draws out, annoyance coloring her voice. When he finally agrees, Vhalla can't help but let a flash of triumph dance upon her features, unfolding her arms, readying herself for whatever the were had in store for her. What she doesn't expect, is the man in front of her to begin to disrobe. She simply made nothing of it when he removed his jacket, though she found it strange when he took his shirt off. Even the assassin wasn't immune to nice looking men, her eyes traced the contours of his body briefly until she fumbles backwards as he drops his pants, "What the hell are you-," Vhal doesn't have a chance to finishes before he shifts right before her eyes.

The witch had never seen a shift before.

It was, simply to put it, magic and a little disorienting to watch a naked man become a jaguar. What she didn't expect was for the man to shift into something so predatory, it even made her pause. She wasn't going to allow this cat to beat her. Repositioning herself, she plants her feet firmly on the ground, eyeing the black cat across from her, his tail lashing back and forth. It was perhaps the most emotion she had seen from Tet. That annoyance he refused to reveal to her was now clearly written in the lines of his cat form. Quirking up a maniac grin she gestures a hand out towards him, taunting him on.

"Here kitty, kitty," she heckles, gesturing him towards her with her fingers. With her other hand, she easily slips it into her pocket, retrieving a bomb to exploit his senses. She never said she would fight fair. Vhalla is certain the movement is not lost on the jaguar but in that moment, she's quicker, flipping the top off with a finger and hurling it in his direction, the bomb exploding into a cloud of smoke, the scent so strong it even makes her eyes water. She can only imagine what it would do to Tet, perhaps incapacitate him momentarily. Withdrawing a spare cloth from her pocket, she slips it over her face as she charges into the smoke.

Vhalla can just barely see the outline of the cat as she hurls herself at him, deftly dodging his large paws and claws for that matter. From here, she's uncertain what to do, the assassin didn't have much experience in fighting animals, perhaps she should have studied predators more before she took on this... challenge. No matter now, the witch was in too deep now. Just as she reaches the black figure, she makes a split decision to wrap her arms around his neck in a head lock, throwing a leg over his back she simply rides him, a sound of triumph escaping her throat. "What now, kitty?" she laughs in his ear as she hangs onto him tightly.