A Kiss To Make It Better

The Archer-Lyall could feel dampness gathering on her knee, the adrenalin keeping the pain at bay for now, but the hard hit that came at her ribs with that skull helmet, there was no avoiding. She bit back a curse to herself, she really wasn’t in her best form today, and struggled to suck air back into her lungs as her dull claws scraped across the platform with the force of it. When her momentum slowed, she pushed forward, aiming low to bring her own unarmoured skull into the stomach of the younger wolf, more concerned with holding her own than winning at this point. Maybe afterwards she’d hit the princess up for some battle accessory advice.

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