Korb scrambled to his feet, his claws scratching the floor. Threatened. He felt threatened. His tail lashed to the side, in similar manner to how a cat would if annoyed. He took a step back for his own good.
Gatzi, meanwhile, decided this wasn’t her fight. “Oh my,” she said, raising a hand slightly and backing away. She wasn’t interested in the results of this fight, so she turned away, wandering off to the kitchen.