Astrid was going to freeze her. She’d paralysed Astrid. Everything depended on whether, when Brisa came to a stop, she was within biting distance of her friend or left open to ranged attacks. Even then, she could land a solid Thunder Cage… But she needed to make contact to be sure of a win. All she had to do was close the gap.
With a rising yowl, she did.
Brisa slammed through the radiant ice structures as they manifested, her pelt blazing with a Wild Charge, and then into Astrid. It knocked the wind out of Brisa just to deliver it, surely the blow would absolutely crush the vulpix. The impact force sent them flying, and Brisa did what she could to cling to her friend, as much to shield her as to ensure she stayed in melee range.
They tumbled over each other, limbs stiff with electricity and ice crystals, a tiny localised thundersnow barrelling across the riverbank. Astrid slipped a little from Brisa’s limbs but she couldn’t let go, she wouldn’t lose–! Something tripped in Brisa’s mind at the need to defeat Astrid.
Brisa had to take control. Show her power. Make Astrid yield.
She reached out and bit down…
I win. You’re mine. Say that it’s so.
When they came to a stop, Astrid was beneath Brisa, and…
...oh, yes. Brisa had seized her by the neck. With her jaws. She’d known what she was doing, she just… got carried away.
Ah.
Oh, fuck.
Her brain shut down, shunting combat to the side and trying to process how to walk back what she’d just done, whether the shame she was about to feel would fuck up her entire fucking week, whether Astrid would take offence or forgive her–
Somehow in the mess of panicked worrying, Brisa forgot to let go of Astrid’s throat.
Brisa wasn’t biting down, just… holding her there. Teeth pressed firmly into her fur. Not easy to wiggle out of without risking injury. Not painful either. If she wanted to, she could crush Astrid’s windpipe. But she didn’t. And surely Astrid would realise that too.
Maybe Astrid would just yield. Maybe they wouldn’t even talk about it.
Goddamnit.