Drums and bodies moved to a sharp rhythm. Feeding on anticipation like an addict. The crowd drew quiet as they felt the mountains tremor in her wake. Her forceful strides seen before anyone had lain eyes on her figure. A cloud of debris and dust drew up in her wake as if creating her own very welcome party.
Striding her armour clad leg through smoke on the beat drop, air thick with animosity. Stalking through with such a confidence, her gaze tour through that of her opposition's. Her body's rapid march only halting when she stood a few yards away from her opposer. Whispers shot through the crowd in anticipation. Eyes running wild and rampant hooligans ready for bloodshed.
Still. She kept as she raked her eyes. Assessing her opponent. A masculine hulk filled with confidence. This was going to be easy work.
Her catlike eyes drank him in. Madly attractive some would say. She did not care for such things as she circled him, a game of cat and mouse left to be played. A predatory cock of his head left her eyes narrowing in insult. As if she was the prey. She smirked in humour.
