Leave the arm wound till later in the fight, that’s likely going to finish her/open her up to the blow that knocks her unconscious.
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Neela's nostrils flared and a victorious growl escaped her throat as the scent of blood accompanied a slight resistance against her knife, first blood to her. Sadly it seemed that the golden dog had managed to move out of the way of the more damaging gutting strike.
The sudden movement had left Neela off balance and she could see the blonde dog drawing a sword and swinging the blade towards her, too fast for Neela to move out of the way. This was where Neela's agility came in handy; the collie dropped bonelessly to the floor and under the blade, digging her foot into the ground at the last moment to spring forward into a tight forward roll. Neela could feel the sword ruffling her fur as she dropped, a close miss, but the manoeuvre had cost her. Neela was now off balance and placed lower than her opponent in a crouched stance, not one that gave her a lot of manoeuvrability, a bad thing for one with such a mobile fighting style as Neela.
Trying to even herself out Neela thrust upward, her leg rising towards the opposing female in a roundhouse kick. Neela had little hope for the effectiveness of the actual strike, she was striking blind and from a bad position, but was instead hoping that the wide area covered would force her opponent to dodge backwards and let her regain her feet.
