Resignation or Liberation? …Farewell and Encounter…

Rage bubbled up in her chest. Every foul thing that had ever happened to her, especially her loss in the raid and the loss of her mother, fueled her violence. There was something horrifically cathartic about Pyralis' blood on her tongue and though she failed to gain hold of the older woman's muzzle the severe lacerations were savored. Gossamer was running on instinct and emotion. Her muscle memory guiding her far more than her thoughts in this battle. As Pyralis slipped to her left Gossamer quickly pivoted her hind end to her right, seeking to get it out of range and bring herself perpendicular to Pyralis' hips. As she moved, she felt Pyralis' fangs slice through the outside of her left thigh but it didn't slow her down. The minute her back paws touched ground she kicked off again.

Gossamer aimed to slam her chest into the outside of Pyr's thigh as her fangs aimed for the woman's back, just in front of the hips. She intended to use her saber fangs to sever the older woman's spinal cord. At the same time she shifted her wait and lanced her right front paw forward, seeking to snake it behind Pyr's nearest leg. She hoped the combination of her paw pulling the leg forward and her chest shoving into the thigh would unbalance the woman and give Gossamer a better chance at success.