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She was too late, and too focused on physical encounter than the words she could possibly have c aught, had she taken the time to interpret them. There was no satisfying crunch or obstacle of any kind as the male somehow jerked away from her forceful kick, and she sailed past and landed on secure feet, though now at a temporary disadvantage. Ruby glare fixated on the woman, and realized that of course she had seen the attack coming from behind her companion. The stench of wolf and acrid taint of cigarette burned within her sensitive nose.
She flinched backwards, bending her back backwards at the sudden swing of the female’s club. The coyote’s arms were already raised in order to either protect or parry, but the impact of a dull weapon could be devastating, and best avoided. An impulsive snarl escaped her narrow muzzle as the weapon passed, though not without strafing her forearm. But only a strip of skin was blasted away, and though it gave birth to vicious pain, she couldn’t linger with it. She slashed out with her other hand, cat-like claws reached for the woman’s face with desire to blind.
Another kick was aimed, now at the female, seeking to place itself in her abdomen to knock her back so that she could be disarmed. Though now she was already turning to the still unharmed luperci behind her. Another wooden club had already started its swing. Teeth grinded together even before the hard, knotted wood connected just above her knee. Halo tumbled to the ground, though she was up again within an instant, now with all weight concentrated on her unharmed limb. She leaped right at him, as if a long lost lover jumping into another’s arms. She Reached up for the man’s face, fingers clawing along his temples and thumbs moving in a thrusting movement to pierce and poke out his eyes.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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