Rubbing her ear against the cloth on her shoulder frantically, Kagome faced off with the large beast before her.

It shook it's great mane, eyes slitted in concentration, teeth flashing, and drool dripping.

Hands at her sides, body ready to pounce, they circled each other. Wishing desperately for a set of spurs, bad ass leathers, and two quick draw pistols, she squared her shoulders.

"Now... you've got to ask yourself one question: ...'Do I feel lucky?"

The beast tracked her movements, "Well, do ya punk?"

Striking fast it landed on Kagome with a satisfied 'woof'.


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(A/N) The Divine Slayer of One Hundred Linguistic Foes has come down with the sniffles, and it is driving her absolutely batty. Even dancing cat pajamas can't compare to how stir crazy I'm going.

I couldn't help myself with the Clint Eastwood quote there. It was just too good to pass up.