oh good!
The sword swung again, a blurring motion that seemed to sweep by Isabella's face in a close cutting silver white smear. The sword dug into the saddle by her pretty brown thighs, making the gypsy's heart race with instant worry. That had come too close to damaging her flesh, to cutting into her perfection. Men might like scars but Isabella preferred to keep herself unblemished for the world to see what it was she was selling. A scar anywhere that close to her treasure trove might scare a weaker man away for fear that there was something wrong with her.
This chatte had dared to attack her. At least that milky white fur was not so milky anymore. Blood dripped from the back of the woman's arm with every swing. Some drops of red splashed onto the gypsy's pelt, a red stain on her dark fur. She could not feel their warmness, but she could smell the iron in the blood. Growling, the white wolfess slashed again, her control slipping as more blood flowed between her fingers. Your kind is an abomination! cried the woman, as Isabella risked a chance to peer at the other combatants. The other woman seemed fine on her own, but her King..
Isabella saw the strike that dazed her King and she cried out, almost attempted to drive her mare to the king's aid. She bit back his name, instead letting out a long, loud snarl of pain and rage. Fury in her stormy eyes made her seem vicious, feral as she turned on the woman. A line of blood dripped from the woman's raised sword and the smug look on the pale wolfess' face made Isabella growl loudly. She could feel the sting on her breast, where the woman had cut a line from shoulder to almost between her bosom. She dared!?
Retreat. The call from Sirius' opponent drew the white woman away. She began to retreat but Isabella would have none of it. She urged Ducky on and the mare knew better than to refuse. With a rage, the woman launched herself from the mare, who shied away instantly to where nothing aimed to cut her. Isabella's balance was shaky at best and she instantly dug her knife at the woman's back. But the horse below her claws made her miss, forcing her dagger blade into the woman's sword hand, perpendicularly to the bone. She could feel it hit the bone and skid off, as the white wolf screamed in agony. The horse twitched below her and Isabella leaped back and landed roughly on her feet, then knees.
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