Her fist connected, but not with his manhood, but rather a pair of citinous plates which were pressed firmly together side by side. The natural cup did chip slightly under her blow, but little else was given in reaction. To counter her sliding under him, he twisted, pushing off the ground with his lesser arms, jolting to an upright stand while pivoting on his heels, claws gouging the floor below as he turned clockwise, right arm blade swiping in a broad arc. The left coming high before he brought it down for her heart. The two smaller arms jabbing out with their tips presented. For such a big beasty, he was impressively fast. A deep throated, gutteral roar bellowing forth with a slight spattering of thick, almost gelatinous spittle. A roar to demoralize lesser foes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>