It was like being struck by a child. Those teeth were full-grown, though, and not as piercing as those of her sisters. Salvia felt them cut her face, felt the blood flow, and as before a fury she did not know how to control bellowed from her chest. Feeling heat burn across her maw, Salvia opened her mouth wide and brought her teeth down hard. There was contact. She increased the pressure and gripped the girl, teeth clasped over one shoulder and under her ribs.
Salvia, bleeding, shook her head furiously. Her legs gripped at the earth and refused to budge. Even if this stupid brat thought she could stand up to her, there was no way she would survive long like this. The fact she had grabbed her by the shoulders had likely saved her life—Salvia’s fury would have broken her neck in a single shake otherwise. Green eyes burned furiously as she held taunt, intending to drive her teeth as deep as possible into the tiny frame.
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