It seemed like she'd managed to deal at least some damage to Aren's face. Cortez grinned, her expression snobbish and slightly proud. That'll teach that guy. Now, what was left to do was to not lose this battle. Easy enough, right? Just don't get hit again by that massive hulking brute. Yup.
When Aren started dashing at her, Cortez had to think fast, despite the dizziness that wasn't getting any better. She gritted her teeth and waited for the Mekkayena to get closer, wondering what she could do to beat him. She took a step back, and then felt the rock behind her; the rock she'd landed on when Aren had sent her flying. She looked behind her at the rock, and then back at the charging Aren. It wouldn't hurt him too much, most likely, but still! She had to take this chance, or else she would become Mekka food.
Cortez quickly scratched her way up that rock, her claws scrapping it as she tried to reach the top. "A slave ship?" Cortez hissed back at Aren as she tried to get higher. "In your dreams, you sick jerk." But at this rate, if the Mekka got a hold of her again, she would most likely end up on the ship, whether she wanted it or not...
That rock wasn't too high, but it was still bigger than Cortez. Still, after some time, she managed to make her way up, hanging onto the rock with her fore paws and claws. Her tails were flickering from side to side sporadically, but if Aren didn't hit his head on that rock... he'd chomp on her tails. Which she didn't want. At all.
When Aren started dashing at her, Cortez had to think fast, despite the dizziness that wasn't getting any better. She gritted her teeth and waited for the Mekkayena to get closer, wondering what she could do to beat him. She took a step back, and then felt the rock behind her; the rock she'd landed on when Aren had sent her flying. She looked behind her at the rock, and then back at the charging Aren. It wouldn't hurt him too much, most likely, but still! She had to take this chance, or else she would become Mekka food.
Cortez quickly scratched her way up that rock, her claws scrapping it as she tried to reach the top. "A slave ship?" Cortez hissed back at Aren as she tried to get higher. "In your dreams, you sick jerk." But at this rate, if the Mekka got a hold of her again, she would most likely end up on the ship, whether she wanted it or not...
That rock wasn't too high, but it was still bigger than Cortez. Still, after some time, she managed to make her way up, hanging onto the rock with her fore paws and claws. Her tails were flickering from side to side sporadically, but if Aren didn't hit his head on that rock... he'd chomp on her tails. Which she didn't want. At all.