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She was aware of two others coming in from behind, but with a simple inhale and a flick of her ears she knew them to be of her own pack. One of them ran by, his secui form rolling off waves of powerful dominance and anger, and she knew him to be The Boss. Her black heart swelled with pride at the privilege of being able to fight with such a beast, and she knew with him at her side and the other woman she did not know, they would win. It might be a terrible, painful, wonderful thing, but they would win. The woman dug her heels into the side of Valhalla who charged to the nearest horse and reared in front of it, causing the other to rear as well. Seeing as this was done purposefully, Alessandra had her bow notched and sent an arrow flying as soon as she could get a clear shot. The wolf in the saddle did not expect it and found a feathered stick embedded in his arm, grunting out in pain. Blood ran down his appendage in red rivulets, but the war-hardened man simply grit his teeth and urged his own steed further, rage flowing through his veins.
Valhalla came back to the ground and whinnied loudly, snapping at the other horses neck. He loved to fight just as much as his mistress did, and this showed in his behavior. For a few moments there was not much going on, just the two horses lunging and wailing at each other, before Alessandra caught sight of a flash of silver. She was aware of a sharp pain in her side, but ignored it as the adrenaline running through her system pooled over the wound and took the pain away, enabling her to fight. The woman reached for the sword she had taken from Max and withdrew it from it's sheath, the black blade glinting in the dim forest light. Quick as lightning she swung it towards the other wolf, grunting in satisfaction as it landed solidly on his arm. The wound it inflicted was a great gaping thing, and blood poured from this as well.
Turning Valhalla away from the attacker, she urged him to get going through the trees and left the scene, drawing the wolf on his own horse away from the fray so that she could concentrate on him and him alone.
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