The assassin was utterly perplexed by the way he so ignored her, she wanted to strangle him solely because he thought it would be better to disregard her. Vhalla wanted some sort of emotion from him, that was the irritating part, and when he decided to get naked she was so far taken aback she wasn't sure she would want to fight a fully disrobed person, a male at that. Vhalla couldn't help but feel a wave of relief when he shifted into his form, though that was short lived as she charges him, briefly noting the way he paws at his face and a continuous sneeze emits from his lips.

When she feels his fur beneath her fingers, that sound of triumph emits from her throat, her arms wrapped tightly around his muscled neck a smirk graces her lips until Tetradore simply rolls onto his side, expertly pinning her. The snow helps absorb the weight of him but he was still so heavy, when he rolls onto his back, his paws curled into the air with such ease, she grunts at him, having difficulty holding onto him. For god's sake, he was playing with her and it pissed her off. Unwrapping her arms from him she shoves at his muscled shoulders hard but he refuses to move, he just lays there on top of her, Vhalla successfully pinned underneath him.

"Really?"

She seethes at him until he rolls to the other side, his massive cranium knocking against her cheek. Moving her head away from him, she glowers at him as she pushes his head away from her. "You're just going to lay on me? You're not going to really fight me?" she growls at him in his ear before struggling to slip her leg out from underneath him. Dancing away from him gracefully, she can already feel the soreness to come in her limbs by his sheer weight laying on her. Not allowing him the satisfaction to rub at her legs, she instead glares at him with such ferocity she could shoot daggers into his hide.

The cat was toying with her and she couldn't stand it, perhaps she should retrieve her daggers just so she could get him to take her seriously. Vhalla even goes so far to eye them across the clearing for a moment but she decides against it. If she won that way he wouldn't accept defeat she had assumed, he would call her out for cheating. The assassin rarely had to play by rules, she made her own and won by any means necessary even if that those tactics were called cheating. Glowering, she returns her gaze to the black cat deciding to retrieve another bomb from her suit instead. Flipping the top off, she tosses it in his direction, again charging him.

Instead of reaching for his back, she makes a split decision to slide underneath him and use her legs to lift his body upwards. She was aware she wasn't strong enough to lift him with her arms, her legs on the other hand were twice as strong and she had no issue with the ability to knock him off balance. Grunting with effort, she's wary of his massive paws, knowing his claws would be just as deadly as her daggers. In hopes to knock him onto his side, she clambers on top of him this time, making sure to keep her legs away from being pinned again.

Aware it's pointless to act as if she won, she antagonizes him in hopes to get him to take her seriously, "Are you done playing?" she snarls at him, her cheeks flushed with exertion, a glint of annoyance flitting across her features.