[Tyki grins, mimics her in stripping off clothes only he tosses his bloodied vest to the side and skims his fingers over his stomach. Not as deep, he'll survive. His eyes skim her and he takes a sideways standing stance, tongue running along the line of his upper teeth.
He'd wait, but where's the fun in drawing on the stalemate? He charges forward, one arm blacked with dark matter in case she uses her claws while the other tries to get a grip of her. Neck, shoulder, hair. Whatever works.]