The net found its target but only partially as Fleta’s hind legs became tangled up. Liliya took advantage of the opportunity and lunged forward, plunging the knife downward, but the girl wriggled aside just a moment before her knife found skin. She had fallen to her knees to reach the woman on the ground, and the knife struck the dirt. She hissed with anger when her strike missed and her eyes darted to watch Fleta scramble under a bush. “Trespasser can not hide from Salsoan in Salsoa!” She scrambled back to her feet and ran over to the bush, but in her larger Optime form she couldn’t slip into the same spot her target had. She dropped to her knees again and plunged her hand into the brush, grabbing for the woman. She would grab her by the nape and drag her out if she had to. Her pads brushed fur and she felt writhing muscle. She grabbed a hunk of the woman’s fur and started to pull but it was her own net that prevented her from dragging her out, part of it caught on a branch. She growled and pulled out of the bush to plunge her other arm in, stabbing blind and wild with the knife. |
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