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Neela let out a snarl of triumph as her desparate gambit seemed to have worked. Neela's opponent dropped to the ground as Neela scrambled away. When she had gained some distance from the blonde dog Neela stood up, moving into a guard position with her daggers held before her. She raised her eyes just in time to see the look of madness in the others before Neela was charged.
Her opponent moved too quickly for Neela to strike at her and though Neela tried she could not stand her ground in a contest of pure physical strength; a battle that she was doomed to lose from the start. Neela's knives were batted away and the mad dog's claws bit into her left arm, striking hard and deep, sending gouts of crimson blood gushing over Neela's arm.
For the first time in the fight Neela screamed. The pain was unimaginable, made even worse by how the claws were drawn cruelly down her arm. The wound was deep and as Neela's arm tensed to stop any further damage from being done she could feel an unnatural tightness that turned her stomach where the tortured muscles tightened over the claws penetrating them. Neela's hand spasmed helplessly and her knife tumbled to the floor, forgotten in the red haze of blood and pain that descended over Neela's mind, drowning any thoughts other than her overwhelming need to fight back and escape.
Half mad with pain Neela didn’t so much fight back as thrash. Unable to even comprehend the weapon she held Neela simply pummelled at her opponents head with the steel cap of her knife's handle, striking again and again as a stream of curses spilling from her mouth in every language she knew as she desperately fought to get her attacker away, to stop the pain.
