in the club, we turn it up

Once she grabbed on, Nimue would shake her head viciously, savoring the feel of skin tearing between her teeth. Blood spilled into her maw, and she welcomed it; the sweet metallic taste that meant she was going to win.

She heard the other girl barking, and even Nimue couldn’t keep up with the sporadic shifts in her tone. Was she trying to confuse the hippo? The beast was shooting off towards Riot, which made it drag Nimue several feet. But she was relentless, refusing to yield as she used her front paws to brace herself. She kept shaking her head too, wanting the hippo to finally fall from their combined attacks.

"Nimue Vasanti"