Bulls In The Bronx [Raid]

~This post is a bit graphic! Read with caution.~

Fern was pleased when she felt her tooth meet flesh. A thrill shot through her, setting her nerves alight with the adrenaline and bloodlust from battle. The wound would probably scar, and oh did Fern hope it would. She wanted to leave an ugly mark on the youth's face that would forever remind her of Fern.
The thrill didn't last long, though. When Fern tried to get her leg up over Justice, the girl slammed into her chest with her shoulder, leaving Fern careening backwards, chest throbbing. A growl ripped through her throat before she felt blinding pain-- quite literally. Long canines sliced through the thin skin just above her right brow, and another pair below her jaw, piercing the skin there and getting a grip.
Shit.
Fern knew what was going to happen then. Everything seemed to hover and still as Fern gazed into the maw of the yearling just before her teeth came down.
The amethyst-eyed wolf's teeth slid down Fern's face, not only gouging her skin but grinding along her skull. She tried to jerk away, before they hit her eye, but she was trapped. Teeth raked down her eyeball, pain slamming into her like a boulder. Things were a deep red in that eye, nearly black. The youth's jaws finally pinched her skin between them, and Fern was finally able to yank her head away, leaving a chunk of blood, flesh, and fur in her opponent's mouth. She barked, in rage and pain, before tossing her head, right eye clenched shut, blood pouring like tears down her face which stung like every thorn in the world was embedded in it.
"You may have won this time, bitch," she ground out, "but someday I'll come back at you tenfold." With a final bark of agony, she turned and fled. Not out of cowardice, but because she wasn't of use half-blind. Fern hoped to the stars the blinding wasn't permanent.
Everything was a haze as she stumbled away, leaving tracks of blood, the scent of torment following her like a familiar. The brush-- she had to get to the brush.
Rustling echoed around her as she was suddenly there, inside a shrub of some sort, before she stopped. The urge to howl in pain was only suppressed by pure willpower as she lay, panting, half-blind and bleeding everywhere.
She turned her good eye towards the battlefield to watch the remaining matches, waiting for them to end so she could head back with Talis. Perhaps there was a healer around who could help, but in the daze of pain and confusion she knew not where. It was hard for her to smell; it was like her nose was clogged with blood. Her eye hurt like hell.
She lay, aching in the bushes like a rat, but kept her eyes open and watching, for despite her physical state she was able to keep some shreds of intelligence. Her eyes were clouded with blood. but she could still see the battles going on.
She'd done her part. She'd kept the bitch off Dragon. And hopefully he would view that as enough.