She wasn't a fighter, plain and simple. Terra won because she was willing to play dirty. She avoided such open confrontations because they were her weak flank. Her fake was seen through, and the beast barreled forward. That didn't mean she couldn't change her fake to a real move. Pivoting back Terra stepped out of the way, teeth snapping at the face as the monster rolled past. Stones still filled the air, causing Terra's ears to flatten uneasily. She couldn't remain in the open.
Twisting around Terra flinched slightly as her weight bore down on her leg. She ran for the wolf chucking rocks, ready to lead the two pack members into a merry clash with each other. At this point it was clear something was wrong, her back leg twisted painfully. She still used it, despite the chance it could cripple her. Terra could get someone to heal it if necessary. Panting she glanced around. Terra needed to move faster. She had to break this up, get the group working together, instead of divided. That was where her strength laid, working as a team. If she could draw each of these members into a group, perhaps she'd have a chance.
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