[Laura lunges after a large leap, an animalistic hiss spitting through her teeth as she swings in a sort of literally too-sharp uppercut — she doesn't seem too worried about getting hit with the makeshift weapon, and in fact, if Villanelle doesn't keep the metal lid away from the bloody claws as they pass, she'll see that they slide through the material like butter.
no problem, i was a slowpoke this week too
Well.
This could go better.
Time to duke it out, madam.]