Resignation or Liberation? …Farewell and Encounter…

Gossamer screamed as the hawk's talons slashed through the skin on the back of her neck and dug deep there. She could feel the wings flapping above her and her victim slip from her grasp. She raised a paw trying to swat the bird away, shake it off, but no matter what she did she couldn't seem to shake it off until Ásta leapt onto the scene. The fox launched herself from a rocky ledge and crashed into the hawk, ripping it from her companion. Gossamer shook her head, looking up in time to see Pyralis' fangs headed right for her face. Not again… not fucking again. This time she was ready. Gossamer launched forward, her own jaws flung open, her head just below Pyralis'. The warriors collided with each other. Pyralis bottom fangs tore through Gossamer's cheek as she delivered her throat right into the Armada woman's jaws.

Gossamer's fangs snapped shut over Pyr's windpipe. There was a slick crunch and a burst of blood. Gossamer knew she had the pirate now. Blood stained her vision and time seemed to slow to a crawl. She almost didn't hear the old woman's mess of last words as they drifted just above the roar of the falls.