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(341) OOC: PP okay for me. :-B I larvh you guys.
He could have run while she had him for a moment. But, it was obvious that Jacinto was a better person than her as he was not hesitant to jump into the brawl with a sharp point in his hands despite his leg injury. As the beast under her lashed and turned and snapped at her arms, she kept looking at the arrow, and a memory came to her, an idea. She was stupid not to have thought of it sooner, but now that it dawned on her, and knowing that she could not hold the wolf much longer, she wasted no time and made a mad grab for something under her cloak.
In that same instant, the monster turned the tides and in a sudden wave, she was under him. His weight was too heavy for her to throw off, and she knew this. Yet, she stared down the eyes of the wolf, into the very maw of death, and felt no fear. An eerie calm settled over the woman, and whatever emotions she had before were erased from her mind. With a soft cry, her hand drove into the side of the beast as he came down upon her.
The dagger was plunged deep into his ribcage, up to the very hilt where the lion's head laid.
That Boreas wolf had done the same to the girl, who's father was now dead because of the very canines this beast chased after even after their downfall at the clan's hands. It was ironic, really, but Sparrow had no time to think that over. Her hand had relaxed around the blade for half a second when the deed was done. But, it suddenly gripped again, and was raggedly dragged out to sink in again on another place on his flank, bearing the same drive at the first stab. And instead of allowing for it to rest there, continued to push it into his body with as much strength as she could muster, driving the point the farthest it could possibly go.
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