T-they’re letting him STAY? A player-killer STAY? Esdeath’s raven fur stood on edge, the cat’s irritation sluggishly rising to its peak. The beast became more ridged, its muscles sticking out beneath its partially spotted skin. Kanade’s shrill voice and the forest’s distractions likely kept the cat from pursing further with violent intentions, for the time being. Her canines gleamed a perfect white in the sunlight as if she had made sure her weapon was perfectly tended to and cleaned before slaying her enemy.
Esdeath noticed Garnet had gestured her to follow but she was 88% sure her cover was blown, all thanks to this….dimwitted, foolish, good-for-nothing—Esdeath tried to calm her buzzing brain but it was too late. She thought this player would stick through the rough turns of this game until she realized that she might make his next rough turn the last one.
. Standing on her powerful haunches for a split second, the feline soared through the air, placing his paws on the PK’S shoulders and hurling him to the floor. The heavy cat was more than a match to the human, consider that it was too sudden to predict and she had a little more experience in the game. She knew it was impossible to actually harm him (and probably would have not despite the location) but she wanted to serve him a piece of vile cake he had cut out himself. Similar to other felines in the game, her jaws partner, drips of salvia sliding down his neck and face. A blaring roar leaves her mouth as her furry tail whipped from side to side, causing swooshing noises as it cut through air. A second roar follows it, ending with a deadly low rumble in the chest releasing vibrations that flood through both of their bodies.
Esdeath turns and trots after Garnet and Kanade as if nothing occurred between her and the Playerkiller. As a matter of fact, the feline looked quiet content, throwing a small pep to her step, seeing as the assault only range for some seconds. The player killer was left with a wet face, some torn clothes, and possibly a scare of his life. The pseudo-cat walked next to his hip. Maybe whatever was coming in the forest was not her problem but that would likely be the next stop depending on what happened next.