Izoku

     When the woman's hand came to touch her bare throat a strange chill ran down her spine that she couldn't for the life of her understand. She wasn't cold, not that she was aware of anyway, and there wasn't really any breeze in the washroom what so ever, so why the chill? There was no way this woman would ever come to harm her she figured, so it didn't make much sense. Maybe she just didn't like her throat being touched, a result from some sort of past trauma she had also forgotten. Either way, there wasn't much use over thinking a mere chill, so she shrugged the odd feeling from her mind and brought herself back to reality with a warm smile, her own hand ghosting up to touch the one lingering on her neck.

She wasn’t actually trying to out run the woman persay- there was no fun in actually going all out on her part. After all she wasn’t even remotely something close to normal.Her powers having become the portion of a god.  So when the woman caught up it was no surprise, and the woman’s hand brushing her back even less of one- though a brow raised. perhaps things were different with this game through species? Any of her kind would have gone for her tail first. But she was quick to turn and watch the woman run in a different direction.

     It was pretty obvious the woman was, thankfully, holding back her true speed and power because if she wasn't well this game would be rather one sided even for her, which would ultimately not make it that much fun of a game. Therefore it didn't really come as much of a surprise that she was caught up to when they began to descend down the dune they had climbed, nor did the white marks left along her arm by her claws. Not that she would have even really cared if she did draw blood, her body was tough enough to take any of that. Though she had forgotten how fun this game had been when she was able to play it, or how fun it even as to let loose. Her, of all people, had been too focused to have a bit of fun once in awhile. It was a good thing the woman showed up when she did, she might have gone mad if she hadn't.

"Thats probably the one kind of joke that I won’t put up with-" she hummed, it was just plain disrespectful to all of her kind, And while Yes she did realize that it was indeed a joke, she didn’t much care for it. In addition she knew that the woman  could handle the roughness of it. "Oh? and exactly who won? If I recall correctly you were the one that ended up pinned at the bottom” She flashed the woman a small smirk.

      "Who knew that one of m'jokes would finally break through and bother ya," she responded, almost amused by it. That in its self was a win in a strange way, and there was no way she'd apologize. Apologies weren't exactly a regular thing for her in any case, why start now?

"hmm, Might have heard that before" she chuckled, fingers dropping her tail as the other stood. She eyed the woman as she picked up a clump of sand, spitting into it. Her own eye flashed darkly for a moment before a smirk came back to her face. Her own hands coming up to conjur  water magic.  "One more step Yun and all of that Sand will turn into mud" She had little to no qualms with using her abilities in her favor as such.  And anyways, the woman might end up getting sand in her ears, now that would be even more uncomfortable then the sand down her shirt right now. 

     The threat didn't phase her whatsoever. After all, she did say one more step, nothing was stopping her from simply throwing the sand in her face and using it as a distraction to dump another fist full on top of the woman's head. That was the plan anyway until they were so rudely disrupted.

Eyes went wide as the woman grabbed the front of her shirt and she struggled a bit, A hiss falling from her at the action. ohhh now that was uncomfortable! The sand was not only in her fur and hair but now it was down her fucking shirt!

     Emerald optics widened at the completely out of the blue retaliation to her sand attack before she wound up coughing up sand due to the fist full of sand she received while she was too busy being dumbfounded to realize what the hell was going on. She was just playing dirty now! This woman was crafty alright, how could she have ever let it slip her mind?

She was rather happy that she had decided that She had worn the Dust and Shadow garb she realized as the two tumbled, The pants atleast helped somewhat with keeping the Sand out as she was forced to be the one sliding down- With Fang’s sudden bout of laughter Lightning smirked-  flipping the two once more so the other woman was the one sliding on her back, Or rather that had been the attempt before a sudden bump in the sand sent them into another tumble of tangled limbs. She laughed, herself getting a face full of sand

      Well, that didn't quite go according to plan, considering she was the one who was on the bottom, more sand falling onto her as the woman on top of her shook herself to be rid of the substance. It was a damn good thing she wasn't some sort a clean freak and actually didn't mind getting dirty, though most of the time her sari got dirty it was with blood and not a bunch of sand... a lot of it deciding that her cleavage was a wonderful place to rest. Not exactly the most comfortable position no matter how you looked at it.