What Doesn’t Kill You

A yelp brought his attention to snap t’wards the earthen woman. Her hind leg now bled from three open wounds gaping from torn flesh. Something he did not appreciate seeing. It shot an urge to clamp down harder onto the puma’s throat. Having easily shifted his grasp once Varushka was able to bring the feline onto its side. She couldn’t do much. Buying its tail being the only way to ensure she didn’t receive anymore injuries. Back legs of the cat flailing around, Khranbari growled out in pain when one of the freed front paws slashed at his chest. It took everything for him not to let go. Shaking his head about with an attempt to weaken the male puma even further. His own paw pressed down onto the right shoulder in attempt to sprain or apply pain to the area. The Raitas would not stop until either their opponent surrendered or died.
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