knock knock! (SIEGE)

Perhaps she'd known it was a losing fight from the start, but perhaps that was all the more reason for her to dive in.  She lived for the danger and the release and perhaps if she was truly, truly honest with herself she looked foward to losing as much as she had to winning.  There were things to do… people to see… and beating in the center of her breast the hope that perhaps things might turn out right in the next life………..

Fangs ripped through her flesh, ripping through her abdominal wall.  Knee gave out, toes fractured, her body endured onslaught, after onslaught as she rebalanced her weight amongst her three legs.  Enduring, always enduring.  She was getting tired of enduring, it was all she'd ever really done.  The smaller fae's attacks met their mark, fangs ripping into her thigh, losing her connection with the smaller girl, Aern let her hindquarters collapse, pain blurring her vision.  Was this finally it?

Flailing, spasming, Aerndís pushed with her front legs, upper body twisting back to seize a hold on the right side of Sigmarr's neck, squarely in the center but the pain and blood loss were already affecting her.  He shook his head, ripping her open but she held on, as long as she could she held on.  Eyes squeezed shut as she felt the world spin and herself get lighter.  Even still she hung on like a bur, like a thorn in the flesh of her adversary.  Even when all the odds stacked against her and fate declared her doom she locked her jaw and held on.  Front legs lashed out, bashing into his front right leg but she lacked the strength to dislodge him.  Her thoughts were failing her as was her strength.  She'd given it her all…. it was time to rest.  Spirits above was she finally allowed to rest?

Aerndís let go.  Her grip failing as her upper body crumpled, bringing her fully to the ground.  Her last breath welled in her lungs but her spirit was already slipping past .  She stared up at Sigmarr, the blood dripping off his maw… in the blurring haze of her mind she saw her son, what he would've looked like if he'd survived into adult hood.  If she'd been just a bit stronger.  If she'd just held on.   "A-a-agnarr…. I….m…. sorry… I…"

"Speech"