The man had the gall to meow at her.

Her brows shot up so high they almost disappeared in her hairline as she dances away from him her arms folding haughtily over her chest. When she decides to use another bomb, Vhalla can't help the smirk that catches on her lips as Tetradore leaps away but still finds himself sneezing at the odor. When she races back in and slides underneath the cat, she's surprised to see him flinch, though she simply just thinks she managed to hurt him through that hide of his. Successfully knocking the cat off of his feet as she climbs back on top of him, wary of the placement of her legs, she simply glowers at him asking him if he was going to take her seriously.

When his head just falls to the ground Vhal actually gapes at him! She's so astounded that he refuses to do nothing more than regard her with nothing more than annoyance. She was beginning to realize that he considered her as if she were merely a fly. It's that split moment of distraction that when Tet stands, she slides right off of him, landing with a thud on the ground. Gathering herself quickly, she dusts herself off, noticing he shakes the snow away from his own fur, she can feel the fury building inside of her, the magic just beneath her skin. She swallows the taste of ash, not wanting to obliterate the man because he wasn't taking her earnestly. When her eyes travel back to the black cat, Vhalla takes a step back, noting the way he crouches, regarding her as if she were his next meal.

She pales slightly, readying herself to turn and flee. She knew she wasn't quick enough to outrun him but she could at least get a head start. As she is about to turn, she realizes too late that she's a touch too slow, that growl of his grabbing her attention as she watches him launch himself at her. When the force of his body hits her, she stumbles backwards, attempting to grab at anything to keep her upright and she truly does almost succeed until the weight of his feline body is too much to continue standing. Falling backwards, she grunts as her back hits the ground, knocking the wind from her lungs. Vhalla can feel his paws crushing her shoulders, her arms pinned underneath him. The assassin can hardly move her body, instead she glares up at him as she takes deep breaths in an attempt to catch that breath as well as subdue the fire that was continuing to burn just beneath her skin.

She flinches when he parts his jaws to reveal those sharp canines, perhaps he wouldn't let her walk away unscathed. It was her idea to pick the fight, the least he could do was give her a few scars to remember him by. Shutting her eyes, she waits for the blow but instead feels his tongue run across her face. Eyes snapping open, she struggles with no avail, her eyes wide, "That's disgusting," she grunts as he continues his lapping with his rough tongue, "Stop, that doesn't feel-," she abruptly stops mid-sentence when Tet shifts back, now pinning her beneath him with his naked body. Flushing pink, she truly does try to keep her eyes on his face but they betray her and travel down the length of his body momentarily before snapping back to his emerald green eyes.

That anger only returns in full force as she hears that amusement coating his words, eyes narrowing she wiggles beneath him trying to throw him off but he was settled so completely on top of her, it was impossible for her to budge him; in turn, it only caused the assassin to flush a brighter shade of red as she could only feel his body more. The thought even crosses her mind to knee him in the groin, solely because she was a sore loser. Huffing at him, she stops moving and instead glowers up at him, "Fine," she says softly, "You win," she admits her defeat looking away from him, unable to look him in the eye. "Will you get off me now?" she flushes again, unable to stop the course of her eyes as she eyes his well-muscled body.