SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS
11-10-2014, 09:49 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-10-2014, 09:57 AM by Katja the First.)
The angle was wrong - Vigril had moved, or perhaps had not been where Katja had thought she was. Maybe blood loss and lack of oxygen was overwhelming the adrenaline and she'd miscalculated. Maybe the Olympian had only been feinting for her muzzle. Whatever the reason, Katja's counter did not go as planned. Teeth clamped heavily behind the base of her ears on either side of her neck and squeezed. Hot breath brushed her ears, flattened beneath the offending muzzle. The positioning made it so the larger, stronger Olympian could do exactly as Katja had intended, squeezing hard enough to cut off the flow of blood there. Her own reaching jaws fell short, her head immobilized in the grip. The viking bucked her whole body, twisting against the teeth that held her, fury dissolving into the grim silent desperation as the pressure just increased. Her extremities were beginning to numb, her thoughts slowing to a sluggish pace and a low ringing filled her ears as the battlefield began to fuzz out of her vision. Twisting in one last bitter attempt to snap at Virgil's throat, Katja's world went dark and her star-dusted body limp, dragging at the jaws that held her. |
