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Claws ripped and tore long gashes along her back and the woman’s own blood burned in her nostrils. She screeched in the male’s roaring face, pushing out a warning noise for the purpose of drawing more to the borders if the current screams of physical conflict hadn’t already caught attention from other patrols. Halo’s belief in the clan’s scouts was non-existent, but she was aware that she was possibly in over her head here, especially since her leg had gone completely limb. There wasn’t room for worry in her system though, only a magnificent, primal rush of short lived victory as she punctured the bastard’s eyes and dug bit into his face.
Oblivion had done what she time and time again had instructed him to do if something of this nature happened. He had run away into the depths of the clan’s lands. That was all that mattered. Her teeth found the prominent vein in his throat and ripped it apart with murderous pleasure before she turned from the dying man to focus on the other optime, which seemed to have recovered much too soon and was already upon her. Halo lifted her hand, instinctively, to block the incoming blow, and could this time hear and feel the loud cracking noise of the bone in her forearm shattering. Although it lessened the blow considerably, she was thrown onto the ground, the old snow turning pink under her.
Fresh blood spilled down her face and her vision was blurred, but she didn’t yet realize that she had hit her head into a sharp rock. The desire to protect and fight for survival pushed away everything, though she wasn’t invincible as she wished she could be. Her leg still wouldn’t respond when she wished for it to help push her up from the bloody ground of dirt and red snow, and neither did her right arm. She cursed herself for not bringing the katana this one time where it would have been essential to her. These fuckers wouldn’t had a chance in hell, had she only brought the blade along with her. But she hadn’t. Bloodied claws tore at the ground as she turned around and used her still functioning limbs to get up, but there was only so much she could do now.
But the world span uncontrollably and she felt sick, immobilized.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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