EEEYIKES! Curlyeye hadn't expected to encounter such a big, muscly opponent, but so be it. Apparently he was going to have to go through a decent test if he wanted that victorious afterglow. He could take care of this though, surely. After all, he had not only the power of beauty, but the power of speed. This came in handy really soon, because a terrifyingly powerful strike which would have been liable to disembowel him was largely avoided by a quick jink left, leaving him with a cut along his cut along his right upper leg but his head still intact.
Sucking in a quick breath he planned his next motion, choosing to look directly at his opponents left shoulder before cutting right, raising his claws in an attempt to rake them along his foe's shoulder and side. Of course, this was a risky maneuver, bringing him so close to the teeth of his opponent. He had enough speed that he might pull it off if they weren't at their sharpest, but it was equally possible that they could catch his tail in their teeth, or get a hit in on his rump as he blew past. But he was Curlyeye, he lived for danger! It was his middle name, even! So none of these very sensible considerations prevented him from attempting his desired attack. @
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