The lionman snarled and snapped like a beast caught in a corner, looking eager to lick the wounds she had given it during the process of their fight. She wiped at the claw marks that streaked down her face, and The Arms whistled happily in reply as they drank the small droplets of blood from her cheek. Morrigan's smile grew wider as she looked behind the lion's formidable silhouette to see the marksman squads and reserve battalion slowly marching over the hill, await an order to move in. This battle was one that she would not lose, but the thoughts of victory and defeat were pushed from her mind when she saw how intently Leo was staring at her. She felt the tenderness of bruised flesh predominantly on her face and back, and the cuts from his claws throbbed and ached with the prospect of infection looming closer each passing minute. But she needed to finish this, it had been a long while since she had met as formidable a match as this.

With a quick movement whilst her opponent was sat, just looking at her, she stepped forward and crouched down to push her fingers into the earth in front of her. The Arms made various cicada and cricket-like noises and she jerked herself up and her hands brought a beachball-sized chunk of stony earth up into the open hair. As if moving in slow-motion, she withdrew her hands and pulled back a fist, a growl growing in her throat. With a flex of all the muscles in her arm, she launched it forward and struck the stone with her palm to send it hurtling at her opponent. It splintered in its flight, turning in to a rain of dirt and stone shards. Nothing too dangerous, save for some of the larger chunks, but merely a distraction for her to run up, stance low, and aim a high-strength uppercut as his jaw with the intent to knock him out.