To Kite, this was hardly violence. This was how one found their true, intended place; and when Kite found her own, she aspired to be above Ashanti. Kite had no idea the thoughts her then-superior had, nor did she know her as a wolf at all so she could not even begin to guess the struggles and the inner turmoil the woman had faced in the past month alone. The wedded Tainn thought only of now, the moment, and only hoped that victory for her was something that was imminent. Adrenaline disabled her from feeling the fact that her shoulder would bruise, and she herself felt great. She was not tired, and felt she could go on like this forever. Her keen eyes were upon Ashanti at all times, and as the woman maneuvered herself Kite again kept up with the larger woman thanks to her swiftness. Had Kite been less observant and even Ashanti's size, perhaps the woman would have been able to access that area. She might have been too slow to make it. But thanks in part to her size and Ashanti's, Kite was thankful for the woman's tactic. Kite hoped the pale woman would exhaust herself.
Kite snarled and as Ashanti lowered herself, Kite thought to repeat her own previous maneuver. But this time, Kite propelled herself
forward so as to not only force herself, her shoulder, into the mouth of Ashanti, but to cause the woman who was moving lower to lose her
own balance. Kite kept herself squared, thinking to shunt herself forward straight on this time, keeping her throat low to protect it and moving into Ashanti now not from the side but from the front, a straightforward shove-punch. Her weight would not have meant anything were Ashanti not going low, and so Kite hoped to use the woman's attack against her here.