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Her fangs found purchase within his flesh, and she tore at it. But the male was quick as well, twisting and turning his body so as to return the attack. She both released her jaws and had him ripped from her jaws as she sought to avoid him and as he sought to come down upon her. His weight came down heavily upon her back, and she fell easily beneath it. The warrior did not try to resist his body. To do so would simply cause her joints to suffer greatly, and the black female required the use of her legs and every part of her body if she sought to defeat him. But that sacrifice had a price. His jaws closed down upon her nape, causing her to snarl savagely in pain. Her body twisted beneath his paws, her jaws snapping the air as she sought to release herself from that hold by ripping into his own neck. Her twisting body, however, seemed sufficient enough with his footing, and she was released. For a moment, she remained low to the ground, crouched down as if in a hunt as she snarled at him.
The breathing of the Dahlian wolf was loud and harsh, though not necessarily from the labor her body was receiving. It was that hollow sound that resembled a snarl, that radiated with aggression. Her white gaze met those yellow eyes, so flat and full of the intelligence that had evaded Brennt. And it was strange. As the dark storm, brought by Morrigan’s wings, leaned in against her, urging her forward, the fiery heavens of dusky raged at his back. But the fury of Nemain was reflected in those white eyes as the darkness of Morrigan was reflected in his. As the two contenders stood still in challenge in that brief moment, the gods were unwilling to name a victor and pushed each toward each other in an endless struggle. Both would be allowed to live through the battle or both would be made to die. You have not heeded the warnings that were given. Now you have brought only destruction upon yourself. The ferocity of that male’s gaze blazed like the sun at his back. Her hackles, damp with blood, no longer stood on end. But the woad warrior bristled with that wild intensity nonetheless.
The grey brute lunged and the warrior moved immediately. She snarled, accepting that challenge. The predator had learned much, and the warrior had trained harder to allow herself success. She tried to allow herself time and room to maneuver out of reach once her attacks were made, but escape was never a guarantee, and she knew that. She knew that she would have to rely upon her strength, however lacking it would have been against his brute force. Her tail whipped out to the side, allowing her balance as created a sharp arc with her body in the air. The muscles of that bitten place was not yet hindered, her blood running hot in her veins and loosening the tension of her body. As the predator lunged, the woman ducked low, moving her body to the side and out of reach of his jaws as she sought to come up, to take his neck, to allow her hungry jaws to be satiated and take the life of this male with yellow eyes.