A brute of a man begins to try to touch Lilicoon against her will and will not leave her alone. Before Jay can do a thing, Lilicoon teaches this brute why you do not try to touch anyone against their will. Especially someone with the instincts of a wild feline. -- Fighting Fit
Jay only saw the last handful of seconds, but they were the most glorious seconds in their life.
Lilicoon raised her voice above and beyond her usual murmur. Nice and clear for the security feeds. "I told you, don't touch me!" and laid into a Human who was four times her body mass. It was in that moment that Jay learned she had kept a variant of her claws.
In evolutionary terms, creatures can either claw or grip, not both. To have retractable claws, one cannot grab, hold, or make tools. The Meyahndese put lie to this generality, with claws in the backs of their hands. Lilicoon had something similar, but far shorter.
Not that it mattered to the allegedly civil Human refusing to back off. Ze got a set of slashes across hir offending arm and hir face in a quick one-two jab. Ze hadn't even realised ze was hurt yet when Lilicoon used her centre of gravity against hir.
Security swarmed at that point, now that the situation was abundantly clear. Lilicoon retreated for the safety of a known murderer, who was smiling at the sight.
"That," said Jay, "was amazing. I wanna kiss you." Their lessons in proper behaviour kicked in. "Are you okay? What do you need?"
"Hold me?" she said, out of breath.
Easy enough. Jay used their body as a shield against the offender, glaring daggers at hir. Watching the proceedings, they could see Security and Medtechs alike pointing out Jay and the very clear warnings that they were with Pax Humanis.
"I don't think ze'll be bothering you again," said Jay. "Even after remedial therapy."
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