Caught in a Storm

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With one leg latched in the jaws of her attacker, Ashtoreth struggled to remain upright on only three legs. Her paws slipped within the mud, making standing that much harder, and trying to pull away from him was only managing to make her leg flare up with even more pain. The hold that he had on her was simply too strong for her to pull free from. She needed to think of a new tactic if she intended to get away from him.

The shake of his head that he gave as he still clung to her leg tore every last hold she had to her upright position, and feeling her body shift with the motion she lost her balance and fell again, plopping back into the mud. It was everywhere now, she was sure there wasn't an inch of her that wasn't covered in it despite the rain that incessantly poured on them, indifferent to the fight and struggle that went on below. The lightning and thunder still crashed and rumbled, as if attempting to accentuate each blow and move that the two combatants made. It was as if everything transpired against her, everything that could go wrong did, and her chances of getting away were growing slimmer and slimmer.

The unfairness of it all lent her a small boost of strength and with it she kicked out with an angered cry with the leg that the wolf held, rolling to her side to peer back at the crazed creature who still held her in his grasp. If she could just get her leg free, she might be able to defend herself. It was obvious she was not going to simply be able to run away; he was far too quick to let her get that far. She would have to match him in strength and hope to win in actual combat.