Sirya vs. Myka - Tracking the Trail

[CaptainL]

In most circumstances, being mistaken for a beast would probably be something Sirya would think was a compliment; after all, it would mean that her ruse was working. Or at least, it was, until the shock of walking directly into Myka's rear forced her to speak out. Right now, though, Sirya was still coming off the initial shock, and her face was flushed a vivid red, her teeth clenched in a seething, silent rage. This was a humiliating position if there ever was one, especially now that she got a full view of what she was dealing with - and how her face had just been a few inches away from the loincloth covering Myka's rear. The thought of...no, wait, Sirya didn't even want to think of where it had been. For her own sanity, she wouldn't.

She gnashed her teeth with a hiss, folding her arms as she got to her feet. Sirya wasn't exactly very tall, or muscularly built, but she tried to compensate with her aggression, and she wanted Myka to feel it. "Shut it!" Nevertheless, she couldn't help but notice the size of the sword that Myka was ready to draw, and it made her wince as she realized how painful it would be to end up on the wrong end of it. She started to shrink back a bit, but she would hold firm.

"I don't know!" she shouted in reply to Myka. "Why were you shoving it out, anyway? Is that how you greet people? Blecch," she added, making a face and sticking out her tongue to punctuate her point. However, as her gaze lingered on the sword, Sirya's eyes wandered down towards the bags Myka was carrying...and she remembered why she had come this far in the first place. She could use trinkets like that to barter for food with, if need be; even if they weren't of much use to her, they certainly caught the eye of any traders who happened to be passing through. And if that failed...well, Myka was probably animal enough to eat and not feel too guilty about it. If greed didn't motivate Sirya enough, hunger certainly would. Remembering the knife in her hand, Sirya held it out in front of her, brandishing it to try and help her appear threatening. It wasn't anywhere near the size of Myka's blade, but she thought it'd do. "Stay back! I'm not afraid to use this, ya know!"

[DeviousAnon]

Myka would've normally been irked by the many rude comments shit her way, she had half the mind to verbally chastise this woman into oblivion, her centaur pride was not something that took insults taken down. Stomping her hoof, shaking the ground slightly with a Loud thud, myka would scowl at the girl. "You ran into me, and I don't sm.... Whatever!" She'd scoff, trying her hardest to suppress the temptation to demolish this girl. Face flushed red from embarrassed annoyance. "Such gross things are beneath me! But seem too suit a barbarian like you girl!" She'd insult, stifling a snicker at the flies buzzing around the jungle girl.

But, her attitude would quickly change, seeing up the girl before her quickly pull a knife on her, before dining a stance and threading the myka. Her instincts kicked into full gear, as she would quickly draw her longsword in retaliation, it's length shining of steel in the light. Before holding it before her, more like a spear, to keep distance between her and the girl. "Don't try me little girl, back off, before you regret it". Myka would say, shuddering slightly, trying too put on a bold face but still very shaking by the scares he had endured, and the very unfriendly aura this girl had about her. She was simply hoping, her size and weapon would stave this girl off....

[CaptainL]

Sirya had to admit, she didn't even notice the flies buzzing around her. Whether or not they were always there and Sirya had merely been too focused on her prey to notice them, or if they had become attracted to her by her coming too close to Myka's rear end, that wasn't something she would think about, or particularly cared about anyway. Regardless, she would take a quick swipe at one of the flies with her paw, trying to swat the insect out of the way.

Then, though, Myka would draw her sword - and Sirya's gaze flitted anxiously between that, and the knife in her hand. Her weapon had been designed for close quarter combat; to deliver a short but fatal blow to the vital organs right when her unsuspecting foe was in range of such an attack. Unfortunately for Sirya, her foe was anything but unsuspecting right now, and she was far from being in an appropriate range for such a ploy to work. She winced for a moment, thinking of how badly this could go for her. Deciding against the knife, Sirya slipped it back in her boot. However, that wasn't the only weapon she had on her, and if Myka wanted to fight with something that long, Sirya also had the right arsenal for that.

She reached for the spear, pulling it off her back and holding it in front of her defensively in both hands. Compared to Myka's sword, it was of simpler make - a steel point tied to a wooden shaft by strips of leather and cloth, with a few dangling feathers adorning the point where the handle joined the point. Compared to Myka's saber it wasn't as overall hard or sharp, and being a spear rather than a sword, it was designed for a rather different purpose. Still, the two were of comparable lengths, and Sirya was willing to take this chance, as in the current situation it was the best thing she had. "I'm not going anywhere! Well...maybe if you give me what's in those bags I will!"

[DeviousAnon]

Myka would hope her showcasing of her strength and displays of confidence would make the odd girl think twice about her actions, but it seemed it only added fuel too this little girls fire. More so as when myka drew her spear, instead of the cowereice she had anticipated, she instead saw the girl meet her bravado and sheath her knife, before drawing a spear from behind her. Myka noticed it was of simple design, but that point still looked like it would hurt no matter how odd the design was. However, she couldn’t take such a small girl seriously especially one dressed like that, and the display of bravery as well as just being so tiny and cute too her melted the centaur girl’s heart slightly, but not enough to think nicely of her.

A task made easier as the girl would demand the things Myka had carried with her, alerting the centaur to this torment original intention. Did this girl truly wish to steal from her? She smirked at the girl, stifling a laugh as she slowly would sheath her sword, her prideful mind now not taking the girl seriously after her outburst. Giggling myka would lean in slightly, unintentionally flaunting herself. “Heh, your cute little girl”. Leaning back up, myka would reach into one of her bags that were scatter along her back, nothing of value lay inside them, simply food and clothes, but myka had just the thing for this little brat. And a bit of vengeance for her earlier comments.

“As you wish...” Reaching back, Myka would seem like she was complying with the girls request, pretending too fumble with the string of her bags, putting on a show that she was releasing one of them for the girl, but she was actually reaching into one of her more unpleasant bags, filled with assortments or trash and dirty clothes, for centaurs do not litter unnatural things. myka would grab the nearest dirty clothes she could reach, not caring what it was, before tossing it forward, hoping to nail the girl in the face with it, before standing haughtily above the girl, rising to as tall as she could in a challenging way, daring the girl to try her. Her pride was attacked, so this girl deserved insult as well.

[CaptainL]

Holding the spear out in front of her, Sirya held her ground, gritting her teeth in a defiant glare back at Myka. As much as she could, with her size and stature being what it was in comparison to the centaur, Sirya tried to be fearsome. But it didn't seem to be working - and Sirya absolutely hated that. When Myka started to laugh, Sirya started to tremble with anxious anger, ready to strike out if given the chance. She was mocking her! And then she had the gall...

"NO! Shut up, I'm not cute!" Sirya shouted, stomping a foot on the ground to try and punctuate her words, though at her size it wouldn't be anywhere near as thunderous as what Myka could manage. Her fingers gripped the spear tighter, fussing over it. She was anxious to get a chance to strike; that was all she needed. "I'll break every bone in your body, I'll eat your entrails, I'll roast your corpse on an open flame and then eat you whole!" she spat, trying to throw out the best threats she could think of on such short notice. At no point, however, did she actually strike. Thanks to Myka, Sirya wasn't thinking about how to approach these matters with her spear right now. Which meant that Myka had the perfect ability to set up a sneak attack.

For a moment, though, Sirya's posture would relax as Myka started to undo one of her bags. What was in it, the pantherskin-clad girl thought to herself? Her mind reached for the possibilities. Gold? Jewels? Things she could trade? Food, even? The size of the bag certainly looked promising, and she was beginning to salivate with the thought of what she could win. That was, until the dirty clothes were thrown over her head, landing perfectly on their mark. Her vision thus obscured by the makeshift hood, Sirya went staggering back before she fell, dropping her spear at the side in the process. But not only was she blinded, her nostrils were being assaulted by the same stench she had been troubled with before, as it now permeated the old garments about her head! It seemed that Myka was just as tricky here as Sirya herself. Now sitting on the ground, Sirya tried to claw at Myka's old clothes, trying to pull her head free before the centaur could retaliate or get away. If she did, she'd realize now that this centaur was really getting on her nerves - she'd have to do something about it!

[DeviousAnon]

Myka wasn't normally one to act so barbarically, but this girl had irked her in all the wrong places. The yelling, accusations, rude demand, and most importantly, insults too her pride had awoken a very displeased mood in the centaur. Her naturally made ego compelling her to teach this girl a lesson in humility. Though, she was finding it hard too stay mad at the little girl. For it may be a consequence of her far greater size them the girl, the verbal assault Syria was making towards her didn't have the effect the jungle-girl was hoping....

"Oh you're so cute~" Myka would coo, with a mocking feminine squeal, she couldn't take the words this little girl was saying seriously with how she was acting. It remained her so much of tiny puppies trying too be big and scary. Her ego bottle ring her bravado as she spdid so. And only burst into hestatics as she tossed one of her pieces of clothing at the tiny girl, catching her across the face with it, even myka couldn't tell what it was at the moment, nor did she care, it had the desired effect however, shutting up the girl into a fit of muffled complaints, an improvement to the previous insults from earlier.

"There, now you can wear something decent~" once more myka would mock, as she took in the amusing situation once more. Before simply turning around in dismissal of this tiny girl. Myka didn't really care for that clothing around Syrias head. It was dime a dozen to the many others like it she had, and she was certainly content with the use it was serving now. However, looking back, myka would smirk one last time at the girl, before deciding too offer one final tease to cement in her mind fair treatment for syrias earlier behaviour. Reaching back, Myka would fiddle with the backside of her skirt, lifting it up slightly for effect, before doing a quick mocking shake at Syria

"So, farewell girl, maybe next time be more polite when you run into someone's rear." And with that, spmyka would begin on her marry way once more, her mind unwittingly forgetting about the girl as she would start a slow gallop, absentmindedly taunting the girl with a more exaggerated step as she did so, she believed she had proven her point, and was not expecting any retaliation from such a small girl....

[CaptainL]

Of course. Myka wasn't stopping at that. She had to twist that knife deeper. It seemed that she had figured out she was getting on Sirya's nerves, and was keen to exploit it. And needless to say, Sirya didn't like it one bit. As she grit her teeth, shaking with rage, Sirya's fists coiled tighter around the shaft of her spear, her eyelid twitching involuntarily as she looked up from where she had fallen on the ground. Spitting in frustration, Sirya tossed the clothes back at Myka, spitting in her direction while she was at it. "Shaddup!" she said. "It isn't funny! You aren't funny! You're just...stupid! Yer stupid! That's what you are!"

She was fuming silently, her outburst being the one way she could think of to vent her ever-growing anxiety and aggression before she lashed out and hurt someone. And her patience was running quite low in that regard as well. But even then, Myka would soon find a way to push her over the edge, as she turned and lifted her skirt, to shake her rear end in her direction! Sirya hissed at her in rage. This might've been bad already, but it kept getting worse! Now she was being mocked! And if there was one thing Sirya didn't like, it was being mocked like this.

But luckily, Myka's gesture would end up being her own undoing. In taunting Sirya she had turned her back - and that meant that Sirya had a clear shot. She wouldn't have to fear her retaliation, if she would sneak up behind her. Myka may have been a far larger foe, but Sirya still had the cunning she could use to get the better of her. She knew a head-on assault would be suicide...but she could easily get her revenge if she came up the back, when Myka least expected it. It wasn't about money or food any more; Sirya just had a bone to pick with the centaur. She would wait a few seconds for her foe to head into the bushes, trying to lull her into a false sense of security. Then she would lunge forward, trying to spring herself onto her back. "YAAAAH!"

[DeviousAnon]

Myka would have assumed she came out on top in this little interaction. Her prideful mind wrongfully concluding her actions were not needless bullying but of moral justice! She'd simply smirk at Syrias final insults and complaints as a big sister would too a very young and annoying sibling. Shaking her head and giggling, offering the final insult too the smaller girl, myka would steel herself, before beginning to prepare to leave this girl in the dust.

As myka would have headed further down the mildly bushy road, her stubborn and short sighted mind would quickly forget about the girl unwisely quickly, returning too her weird place of zen as she would begin to resume her hum down the road at a merry pace, the memory of the interaction slowly fading from her mind.

However, her centaur memory would soon quickly cost her, a sudden scream from behind her caused her ears to recoil from the burst of noise before myka felt a sudden weight pounce upon her back with great force! "Gah!" With a sudden yell, her instincts kicking in once more at the sudden surprise, myka would jerk around wildly as she felt the tiny body of Syria land upon her back, she never thought this tiny girl would have had it in her too attack, but here she was. And myka was paying for it in this awkward display. She'd rear up on her hind legs in response to the sudden body on her back, hoping the odd angle would force the girl too slide off, and height to disorientate her in order to remove this girls clasp on her back!

"Get off!" Myka would cry with a blush, to mount a centaur in such a way as about as worse of a thing one could do too one in every way imaginable. The embarrassment and anger building in myka as she tried her hardest to remove Syria from this humiliating position!

[CaptainL]

It worked out perfectly, as a matter of fact. As she headed off down the path, paying no heed to Sirya and smugly enjoying a sense of superiority as she emerged from the confrontation, the centaur appeared to think that she had emerged from this the winner. She would soon find out just how wrong she was. In any other situation, Sirya might be pleased to know that she had gotten the upper hand on her opponent, especially if they had underestimated her and reaped the consequences of it. However, Sirya was too mad right now to think much of it. She just wanted Myka to pay - and she would work to make that a reality.

Sheathing her spear at her back, Sirya hurled herself through the air, throwing herself down onto Myka's back. She tucked her hands in the furred panther paws hanging from the skin she wore as a cloak, using them to both strike at her opponent as well as to potentially hit her with the creature's claws. Against an enemy this large, Sirya would have to do whatever she could to gain a foothold against them. But it seemed to be working, if Myka's cries and struggles were any indication of it.

Holding on tight to try and ride out the kicks and bucks, Sirya started to crawl up over Myka's back, clinging to her for dear life. As she slipped further up her, she would be able to brace herself further around her equine lower torso with her legs in order to hold herself in place, continuing to advance towards the human half of Myka's body. Once there, Sirya intended to guide herself into a seated position, wrapping her legs around her waist, as it were, to perform a bodyscissor to her human portion. "Nuh-uh!" Sirya chided. "I'm not goin' anywhere, so shut it!"

[DeviousAnon]

With a panicked whinny Myka would be bucking and shaking for all she was worth, rearing up and kicking out more akin to an angry bull than a centaur. Her equine instincts balding at full force as she would be taken off guard by the sudden pouncing upon her back. The girl she had dismissed not taking kindly too Mykas stubborn pride. But myka was many things but a pushover she was not. Her arms flinging back, and her body constantly shifting, MIKA would try her absolute hardest too unseat her assailer as soon as she could.

"Y-you will get of right now!-OWWW!" Crying out mid sentence, Myka would find her back suddenly be harshly scraped by the claws upon Syrias cloak, the sharp male painfully dragging across her back as the feline-esqe girl tried too gain perch ace on her back. The sudden clawing and scratching driving Myka into near instinctual hysterics as she felt the nails dig into her. Much akin too a predator would do too a caught prey.

With her mind completely occupied with freeing herself from the pain of Syria's makeshift claws, Myra would have left herself wide open for Syrias next step. "grrrrn!?" With a strangled groan, Myka would find her torso being suddenly crushed by Syria's powerful legs, the smaller girl locking her human waistline tightly in its clutches! forcing Myka too wheeze, not prepared too a fight like this, would try her best too elbow and strike at Syria as much as she could, the pain in her abs motivating her greatly too try and get this girl off her tenfold!