Her visceral growl percolated into a wolfish roar as she saw Savina lunge to meet her own charge. The alpha roared a word and then the two collided mid air and fell to the ground. They were in the thick of it now, writhing against each other, each throwing their weight to roll over the other and gain the advantage on the other. Tooth and claw shredded flesh beneath thick fur, but most wounds were superficial, small casualties of the battle that raged there on the snow-powdered floor of Crimson Dreams.
They wrestled for what felt like an hour within a second. Time warped while the two women battled, and after neither would be quite sure how long they had struggled and warred on the ground. Yet time returned to them when, by an erroneous move from the devil, the Dreamer's deft jaws caught her delicate midsection.
Nuki roared in pain and in anger, and found that she could not inhale after the cry. Savina's jaws were too tight! She was keeping the air out of her! Desperate for escape, Nuki wriggled in Savina's jaws and thrust the dagger into the Consul; wherever it would land. The dark Dreamer let go then, and limped back. It was a lucky hit and probably one of the few that she could have made from that position that would have slowed the mother in her grief fueled rage. A half grin cocked on Nuki's face, but she could not enjoy the sight of Savina limping back with a crippled leg for long.
The hellion rolled in the snow and stood up, but the very act of doing so was difficult. Her hand moved to her midsection where blood was streaming freely. The wound was critical, her survival was now in jeopardy. Her eyes flashed to Savina. If she could she would have taken that moment to shoot an arrow at the woman, but her bow was still lost to her, and the dagger... she looked at Savina; the dagger was still lodged in the woman's leg.
She thought she heard the sound of others now, but she was not sure. Either way, she could not stay here and she could not fight Savina any longer if she expected to live. She opened her mouth as though to spat corrosive words, but found herself short of breath and stopped. Her eyes narrowed, and she spun around, taking this moment to slip through the trees and retreat, limping, off into the woods.
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