What's This?

Mal vaulted backwards as the beast suddenly flipped onto its back, limbs flailing in the air. It was the turning point in the fight, and adrenaline rushed through the yearling as she circled the animal, looking for an opening. And there again were the wounds they'd rendered on its backside. Mal leaped forward, carefully slashing her claws along each leg, leaping back when the creature snaked its head forward to snap at her, and diving right back in for a different leg, a different section. It roared in frustration, trying vainly to protect its belly while its outer limbs were torn to shreds.

Mal sprang for the opposite forepaw, and bit cruelly into the soft flesh of its pads as she pulled it backwards, almost in a dragging motion. She kept low, ears pinned as the bear-like beast twisted its head to try and reach her.