The attack was not unexpected, but it still came as a surprised. Causing Darck to hiss out and yelp, stumbling a moment, but maintaining her standing. One hand flying up to cover the new injuries on the left of her face, feeling the red seeping through fingers.
She growled back at Dark Jak, and like a fool, shifted her stance to look a little stronger. Or an attempt at least. Bringing her hand down from her face. She was already torn to hell, she didn’t need this as well. May as well try and seem defensive. Growling low in her throat.
That only seemed to anger him further, claws slipping back partway but their edges becoming sharper as he lunged forward, aiming to pin her. If that spear managed to impale her, all the better.
