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ooc; so sorry.
It did not take long for the white she-wolf to spot her quarry and Emmanuelle snarled as the enemies eyes bore right through her and the other was in motion almost instantaneously. Her sword arm was out of commision and she almost looked comical, charging at the coyote with an arrow sticking out of her arm. The lessons with Helotes came to mind as she closed in and threw a solid punch at the girls face, but Emmanuelle deftly stepped to the side and jabbed her own fist into the ribcage of the opposition. A grunt was heard, then followed by another swing which caught Emma in the back of the head solidly. She fell forward onto the ground and had a split second to roll away as the she-wolf jabbed her sword into the ground where Emma had just been a few seconds ago. All of this was happening so quickly it was almost like a dance between the two woman, silent and deadly.
With swift feet she ran away, headed to a glove of trees that she could take cover in. She practically dived into a patch of bushes before rolling away, panting heavily as she strained her bodies limits. With perked ears and wide eyes she looked around, holding her breath so as to not make anymore noise. Emma caught sight of the other woman looking around, blood trailing down her arm in thick rivulets as she held her sword in her weak, unpracticed arm. As she approached the bushes the coyote lept from them, startling her enemy. The sword she had looted from her first kill was swung at the other with all of her strength and the clang between the two was almost deafening, the white wolves weapon twisting out of her hand and clattering to the ground. The look she shot Emma was pure evil and it was returned with a snarl, Emma dropping her weapon in the heat of the moment to favor one on one combat.
She leaped at the other, smashing into her shoulders and taking both of them to the ground. The coyote was on top but the wolf beneath her fought and twisted, rolling Emma over onto her side. The yearling swiped at the other woman's face with her claws and was met with a screech of pain, blood falling freely from the wounds onto the coyotes coat. Taking this moment of weakness she kicked the other woman off of her and got to her feet quickly, backing away as she breathed in and out heavily. It seemed she had blinded the woman in one eye, her claws leaving deep wounds in the others face
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