come hell or high water

Every part of her is vicious, downright nasty. Iscariot launches at the creature's face, keeping it distracted, mindful of the horns. Even still, the ox isn't acting right. It seemed... sluggish? Foggy, like things weren't making the most sense. Did he even know what was happening? Surely it must, in some way. Still, Iscariot is incensed. Driving hard and fast, she shreds into its face.

When she has an opening, the tiny wolf goes straight for the throat. No use dragging this out, especially as their prey began to rock and stumble on its feet. All snarls and snapping, sharp teeth driving as deeply as she could into her target. Nothing to stop them now, and soon, they'd have answers. Hopefully have answers.

"Iscariot"