Aww, she was sure she would. However her face had one scar, and one scar too many, she had full intentions of not gaining a few more today- especially ones that might make her look like shes smiling. The fact that these BloodClanner's even thought of such horrendous shit just went to prove that their minds were simply corrupt, she wondered if they even ever tried one day to change they could. She didn't understand... why did clans ally with them? Why were clans even neutrals with these cats? Panting she looks up at the molly before her, "Don't exactly got anything to smile about." The molly breathes with a shrug, "I have to disagree though, scars and alterations to the body make nasty looks for cats... You're a prime example." The insult was quick to roll off of her tongue, and as she spoke her tail gave an irritated lash to the side. Despite her bold words she couldn't help but feel... that the cheery tone to her voice was eerie.
Emerald daggers would quickly follow each and everyone of the felines jerks, her whole entire body began to prepare itself for the next attack- but there had always been a downside to her broad figure. She was a powerful hitter, a skilled fighter, but one thing she lacked was speed. Most hits would end up hitting then missing her unfortunately... and it continued to be true as Creature lunged upward, jaws clamping upon her own, fangs ripping into skin. With force she found herself getting forced onto her back legs, a loud hiss would escape her throat and while she was in the feline's strong grasp she would attempt to violently rake her claws down the shoulders of the cat, if successful it had most likely not had been not effective enough to break free from her grasp. as she was thrown onto the ground once more with a thump. The aches in her chest, her face, her limbs... damn she hadn't fought a good fight like this in moons...
Though she felt tired- the molly wouldn't stop. She would not stop fighting, there was no future Lav foreseen for herself where this fucking battle wasn't won. SkyClan would win, SkyClan would be victorious! No pleadings of surrender would escape from her lips. Not to BloodClan.
With wobbly limbs, she slowly begins to stand up, letting out a grunt of pain as she does so. She hates that its so obvious how weakened she has become between her past opponent and now the cat before her... But she'd go on. Blood meanwhile would continue to drip from her wounds, continuing to bloody the floor below her. Her chin where fangs had torn into had stained her white fur almost a pinkish color... and meanwhile? Everyone else? The scent of blood within the building BloodClan called home began to grow thick.
Weakly she looks at Creature with a smirk, "You're right, BloodClan's ridiculous ways will continue even if I were to do something about Bune... which means the least I could do was potentially give him a nasty reminder that SkyClan is strong. That we won't just stand idle as his cats harm ours."