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His taunting fell upon deaf ears- Nimue lost in the fray of the battle, a victim to the hatred that boiled in the pit of her soul. And his arrogance added fuel to that fire, that salacious expression nauseating and repulsive. He may have been older, bigger, stronger, and perhaps wiser. But Nimue still wanted to rip him to shreds.

And she’d try to with every ounce of her strength, having sprung up at him and successfully grabbed a mouthful of his flesh. Puncturing through the superficial tissue and down into the fat, she’d tighten her jaws and secure a steady hold- gripping onto him, ready for the retaliation that would follow. He had lunged into her, and she felt him start to shift, his larger body weighing down as he moved to crush her beneath him. Tsk. Still, she’d never let go. Her tiny head shook back and forth out of reflex, attempting to puncture her teeth deeper into his flesh, to create a mangled wound that would serve as a reminder of her resilience.

With her shaking, his jaws fell short of their target. Those hazardous, larger teeth grazed against her nape, ripping out a chunk of fur and superficial flesh. A snarl bubbled from the tiny girl- malicious and enraged, as she prepared herself for him slamming her against the ground. Ouch.


”Speech”