the lightning strike

"Eska"

Through the thunder and the biting, whipping wind, Eska may not have been able to hear the sound of the brutes paws as he approached, but she could feel it. As he sped up behind her, the silvered woman's sense of self-preservation kicked in and she turned her head just in time to see him in mid-air, ready to crash down upon her. There was nothing that she could do. His big bulk slammed down upon her, crushing the woman into the sand.

One thick leg moved to wrap around her waist and the first hint of something darker entered Eska's mind. A fight was one thing, but was he intending to take her against her will? Again that sense of self-preservation moved the woman into auto-pilot. Drawing her chin down against the ground, she sent her head rocketing backwards in an attempt to slam the back of her skull into the man's face as hard as she could. If this didn't work, she would think of something else, but gods did she hope this worked.