Smoke throws herself to one side, snarling as the flame burns her blouse away, and sears a patch of fur from her rump. The big bovine growls a bit as she picks herself up, her breasts unrestrained by the gingham cloth now, thanks to the flames.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">You... have... no idea... who... you... are YIFFING WITH!</span>" she bellows, adding the weapon of psychology to this fight; her double-chest giving the shout unpleasant subharmonies designed to induce fear.<br/><br/>She re-holsters her huge guns and slips her knuckledusters on. Then she smirks, casting a basic shield spell to protect  herself from  the black fire. Then she charges towards Malice, swinging in a right-hand uppercut if she can.<br/><br/>"I've killed things far bigger and better than you in my life, boy!" she drawls, every bit the old cowgirl. "Dragons, demons, aliens- you name it, I've kicked a member of its species' ass...! Shit I even kicked one of Satan's lieutenants back to hell! What in Tarnation makes you think you got a fart's chance in a tornado against me?"<br/><br/>(How do we decide who gets hurt?)