Fight, Flight, or Gut You Like A Fish?

POCKET SAND!!!

A few warnings before you start!!!
It gets quite spicy at the end, sadly this isn't the scene you've been waiting for ;)
But it's a little taste on what Y/N will be in for when the time comes.
Enjoy ~♡

》Y/N pov《

"Unf!"

I fall into the sand, again, trying to avoid a kick from Bahtoh. Instead getting a jab in the ribs. I just can't seem to get a grip on where he's going to be next. He's always one step ahead of me. The walls seem to echo my grunt right back as me. Ayull and Veta left a few minutes ago, something about blowing off a different type of steam?

"You did better this time, but you're still thinking too hard." Bahtoh extends his hand, while standing over me.

"How am I supposed to fight without thinking? You told me to try and predict what you're gonna do next!" I grunt as he pulls me up.

"Yes, I did, but that doesn't mean you're supposed to over think." Bahtoh adds another check to the score-board, 5 to 0 in his favor of course. "Do you remember one of the reasons we brought you with us?"

"You said I thought differently, that I relied on my primal instincts more than the others."

"Yes! And that is what you must do. Don't rely on what I've told you, rely on yourself."

"Myself?" I stood there for a moment, thinking it over.

Then it all clicks. I don't know about most people but when it comes to me in a fight or flight situation; I'm more of a taze you in the nuts. This whole time I've been on the defensive, maybe it's time to change that. As I enter my fighting stance I level Bahtoh with a glare.

"Are you ready?" Bahtoh moves into his stance.

"Always."

My heart goes still for a moment and time seems to move slower. Then in an instant it all comes to life.

Instead of waiting for Bahtoh to make a move I dive in for the attack. He seems surprised, but is quick to recover. Shuffling out of the way of my fists he makes a move to kick out my legs, and when he does, instead of falling I roll across the ground.

"That all ya got!" I shout, staring at him from my crouched stance.

Just then his eyes flare with rage and the thought of a challenge. He takes a deep breath, preparing for his roar. As he lunges forward with his mandibles spread wide, I spring my trap.

"Pocket sand mothafucka!" I take a fist full of sand and throw it right into his face.

With Bahtoh blinded and his momentum still going he trips over my extended leg. Landing his red ass right in the sand!

"Yes! I did it!"

》Bahtoh pov《

They did it, they actually did It! I roll over, clearing the sand in my face, and gaze up at them. They're jumping up and down in excitement, sweat lining their face, a flush spread from ear to ear.

They look so lovely, so happy. Their smile is wide, showing off all of those sharp teeth. I can see their muscles flex, and hear their heart pump. Oh how amazing it'd feel to have their chest pressed up against me so I can hear it better. Or how satisfying it'd be to kick the sweat from their brow. Maybe even take a bite of that lovely neck. The smell of excitement snaps me from doing anything out of hand, the scent comes from them like waves. I feel happy for them, proud even. But I can't ignore the opening they've left me.