They were nearly hers. All hers. The sensation of their bones crunching and splintering beneath her bony fingers was near tangible, her wail melting sanity and willpower to nothing. Nearly, just a little longer--
Then a body lurched out from where snow and ice was supposed to be burying them. Assured of her victory, the creature had not expected this, and the hot strike of blades against her face caused her screech to grow tinny and quiet - quieter than it had since it had begun, at least, buying them a fraction more time.
She was knocked to the side with the force of it, thrown off balance.
Then a body lurched out from where snow and ice was supposed to be burying them. Assured of her victory, the creature had not expected this, and the hot strike of blades against her face caused her screech to grow tinny and quiet - quieter than it had since it had begun, at least, buying them a fraction more time.
She was knocked to the side with the force of it, thrown off balance.
