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A wicked smile crosses the Roanne's face as her hoof strikes the mans neck, as blood spills from the shallow gash. It was the rush of battle that kept a Nemain going, that kept them pushing through the exhaustion, the burning of muscles as the battle thickened. Though Saoirse was harsh, and unforgiving, she was no villain, at least not in her sense of the word. She did not harm the innocent just for fun. But this was organized, and that meant she could talk pleasure in it with no guilt.
Though it was the excitement that distracted her from his next blow. she tried to waltz away from his antlers, but was to clumsy, and too late to avoid the blow. They struck her in the chest, pushing her back, knocking the wind out of her. She heaved for a moment, as he pushed her back, surely leaving what would be an impressive bruise across the width of her chest. As she regained her composure she let herself get pushed for a second, dropping any resistance, thinking.
He had her in a vulnerable position, stuck between his antlers, unable to back unless he stopped moving. Her head stuck above them. But perhaps she could use that to her advantage. With his head down his neck was arched up, and so she lashed out at it with open jaws, aiming straight for the nape of his neck, hoping that he'd stumble back if she successfully latched onto it.
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