Blood on the snow

He could hear the sound of Nirah’s claws digging into its back. The Warlord was playing a dangerous game, keeping at its front. Any time the beast moved as if to turn, he dove in. snapping at its paws, the front of its knees. Anything he could reach. As the battle raged on, Bast and Marshal appeared on the scene.

The bird dove from above, pecking at its eyes and head, and Bast dove at a leg. Taking advantage of the opening, Sirius snapped at the back of its leg, cutting through the muscle and rendering the limb useless. The bear howled and struggled to turn, clearly surprised as its leg failed it. When it stumbled, Sirius jumped up, grabbing at its throat and digging in with his elongated teeth. He tore the skin, the muscle, and ripped through its airways. The beast staggered again, and then fell slowly forward, landing hard on the earth before them.


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