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Droplets of blood danced on her tongue, but it wouldn’t be enough. He had twisted out of the way and was now grabbing for her throat, but Halo was already countering; twisting her neck from his jagged teeth and keeping her lightening limbs in motion. He was larger and bore more muscle, but Halo was far beyond the average coyote. Hours were dedicated every single day to ensure she was the very icon of fitness, and beneath the puffed-up fur of auburn hues there existed mostly muscle.
Their dance was deadly, and even in this unknown form, she knew that she held all possibilities in her palms. She tried to counter his strength with more agility and speed, but Ezekiel too was a child of two worlds, and the gods had been kind while mixing his genes. It did not take long before patches in her fur were glistening red, though Ezekiel was far from untouched by her violence, and blood was vivid on her tongue. Adrenaline kept her high, though she would have believed in an advantage if she had been in her optime rather than the four legged body she disliked so much.
But everyone made mistakes, eventually, and Halo knew it the moment she chose to move in and snap for his throat. The angle was wrong, his body was taller, and his jaws closer..
Your faith walks on broken glass
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