A sick satisfaction enters her head as her dagger snags against the membranous wings. Fire erupts from the blade at the contact, although she's certain that it will be useless against the fellow Ancient. However, it does highlight the snapping jaw attempting to trap her hand. Although she pulls her hand back, a large tooth flays open the skin of her wrist. A scream of mixed pain and rage bursts from her mouth, combining with the roaring of the lyvern. Anyone inside or outside of the tunnels would surely be aware of the battle raging within, and if they were smart, they would run
Unlucky for her opponent, she refuses to release the weapon despite the injury. Even as blood flows freely down her arm, she whips her other arm out to attempt a stab at his pursuing head. Thal aims for any soft part of his reptilian form, possibly an eye or side of his neck, whatever her dagger can reach. Meanwhile she tries to take refuge against the lower edges of the walls, her smaller form makes it easier for her to maneuver in the cramped space and she assumes that he won't be able to reach the corners as freely.
Unlucky for her opponent, she refuses to release the weapon despite the injury. Even as blood flows freely down her arm, she whips her other arm out to attempt a stab at his pursuing head. Thal aims for any soft part of his reptilian form, possibly an eye or side of his neck, whatever her dagger can reach. Meanwhile she tries to take refuge against the lower edges of the walls, her smaller form makes it easier for her to maneuver in the cramped space and she assumes that he won't be able to reach the corners as freely.
Lust's passion will be served; .
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
Thalassa
