in the club, we turn it up

With the other small girl keeping the hippo’s attention, Nimue takes the opportunity to steady herself. She was forced back several feet, missing an oncoming attack with only inches to spare. With a growl, she clenches her jaws and puffs out her chest, heaving several heavy breaths before jumping back into the fight.

There was a male here she recognized. Damn, how did she end up fighting alongside him so often. He was attacking the underbelly of the beast, but was forced back. Nimue lunged in, wanting to grab the same area and make the existing wound worse. Her teeth were tiny and needle-like, but they packed a punch.


"Nimue Vasanti"