You own me like whispers in poetry

Her heart hammered against her ribs, her stomach dropped as it rounded and came at her again. She leaped away another time and her heart leaped to her throat as she heard his angry snarl to strike it. She was trying! Suddenly, Thunder, his bird came down for an assist, she should bond with Galileo to do that same someday.

The bird gave Ignita the few precious moments to think. She had never faced this before. The tusks were dangerous, she needed to- the pig was on her again, squealing as it thrashed it's head in anger.

Suddenly, Idalia, her possum appeared and scurried along the ground toward Ignita. Right in the pigs path.

A snarl ripped through Ignita and she launched at the pig, her teeth aimed to blind it as she struck it's face and it attempted thrash against her. Her claws raked across the other side of its face as she worked her teeth into face and the screaming of the prey was deafening. Incensed she leaped away for a breath then went back in, this time to rip the hardy bristly flesh from its hump then kick it down as she leaped away again. Blinded, enraged, in pain the pig attempted to retreat. Ignita knew Bas would want her to kill it, hunt it. She leaped again and grappled with the beast, knocking it over and finding it's jugular was no small feat against a pig. So she dug into the side of its neck until bled out and expired.

The little golden possum, it's job as bait done, had scrambled up Bas's leg and smugly sat on his shoulder blades as soon as Ignita had flipped the switch.

Ignita stood over the corpse of the pig, panting and covered in blood. Her legs shook. She looked up at The Warlord, was he entertained?