Me But Not Me

Not everything was so superficial, Morwenna. Sometimes sticking your head where it doesn't belong gets you bit.

The world seemed to slow as the pale woman spun with a snarl. Then latched onto Wenna's spindly matchstick leg. Morwenna balked, then attempted to pull her leg back as it suddenly burst into the most excruciating pain she had ever felt. A bloom of red hot blood dyed her ivory and cinnamon leg.

Then suddenly there was a sickening crunch and her leg bent at a strange angle on the other side of Siduri's face. She felt her heart drop into her stomach. Things were moving too quickly for the little healer to process. She had no fight training, but she knew how to flee.

As soon as her leg was released she bolted in the only direction she could see, forward. She screamed as the broken leg took all her weight for one moment and she fell under Siduri as the pale girl launched at her. Sid's teeth sinking into the space between her shoulder and her neck.