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So, just as she originally predicted, words would get her nowhere with such a being that circled around her. At least she was being herself and using some of the skills she learned as a foal, right? Unlike others, she was still standing here, still upright and still, even trying to be somewhat diplomatic in a situation where she would usually never even have the chance to be. Even in such a intricately negative situation, one, like herself, must always find something to cling to, something to praise herself with. She was proud of herself for lasting this long and being able to drag out their conversation with her words, even if they would inevitably fail her in the end. Yet, when words were exhausted and would no longer assist her, she knew what her last option could possibly be. She was not fearful at all to commit to such a thing, but she knew that should be a final resolution of sorts, although others like her predator may think otherwise...

"I am not over proud of myself, yet nor will I 'scream like a little girl'. For one, I do not even have the throat for such a scream, and for a second, I have already stated that I shall not appeal to such threats. Now, I will take up your offer on fleeing, but I shall not scream in the way you wish. As I've said before, I control my own fate, nobody else." For a strange reason of which she could not explain, she felt a rush of frustration and adrenaline surge through her veins, warming the layer just beneath the surface of her skin. She already knew she was pushing her limits, so why was she even considering pushing them some more? This was not her real self, she knew such a thing. Yet here she was, allowing her eyes to close delicately and turn her back to the Purewalker, even beginning to trot away from the scene in utter silence. what was she doing, and what could possibly come out of this?

Although she did, in fact, instinctually kick out as if it was a muscle reflex of hers, she was shocked that one hoof had managed to and a hit right on the head of her assaulter. She was always known to have a strong kick when pushed too far, and this particular situation had not only pushed Kismet to her limits, but had now resulted in a last resort sort of solution that Kismet could control by herself, resulting with the action of her instincts. The very instant that Kismet had noticed that, however aimless, her strike had knocked her rival to the ground for the briefest of moments. With that, she took her chance, like any common-minded being, to make a run for it, aimlessly charging off in between the trees. She was lucky enough to have even the chance to escape a Purewalker interaction without a scratch on her, let alone with her life! Like anyone else with common sense, she began to take the opportunity to flee as fast as she could, weaving in and out between the trees of this deeply flourished landscape. All she knew for the time being was that Kismet had to put as much distance between her and her stalker as much as she possibly could if she wished to keep her life or her blood. If anything, Kismet definitely knew that her wild kick had not only thrown Frostbite off, but it more than likely enraged her, probably driving her kill or harming instincts. And where would those instincts be aimed toward? Kismet.