(Omfg that is a scary picture)
So Dafne wasn't exactly known for keeping the peace, as most people were pretty aware of after she and Viitoria Dumont had to be pulled apart by Salvatore Agliardi, garnering themselves a week of detention. And Dafne hadn't seen Vii since then, you do the math. It wasn't that she tried to get into fights, it was just that she didn't have it in her to avoid them either once they started. One of the things Dafne had learned in her two-hundred and eighty years in the Venetian crime circuit was that you couldn't back down in a fight, no matter how scared you were, that person would never respect you again if you did.
And she certainly wasn't going to take any of the nonsense that Therian thing--whatever the hell it was--was throwing at her. Still, she could feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest after that first attempt at an attack. This time she walked calmly over to a tree a little ways away--almost as if she were leaving--set her books down in a nice, neat pile, and came walking back to exactly where she had been standing. "You really can just stop that any time now," she stated dryly, hands on her hips.