Cerulean Cape Cause for hate and a cause for ending, it sounds so easy
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More than once, her teeth smashed into his and set gongs ringing in her head, but Wylla could scarce afford to step back or aim better. Raptor fought with reckless abandon; she struck true several times on his face, but he pushed the assault with relative ease. For all her experience, Wylla was still practically a kid. He was older. He was larger and better capable of bullying his way into her space for it, though it practically meant little. His teeth sliced carelessly into the meatier portion of her foreleg and she hissed.

Then she did a triple backflip, leaping ten feet into the air and fixing him with a murderous glower. She swung her left hind leg out, neatly breaking a hefty branch from a nearby oak tree with a smartly aimed kick. In midair, Wylla spun around, grasped the branch firmly between her teeth, and began her descent with a forward flip and a ululating war cry. She fell rapidly toward Raptor and, at the last second, threw her weight forward and smashed him over the head with the branch so hard that his brain leaked out his nostrils.

She snapped out of her lightning speed fantasy of trashing his ass and quickly moved to retaliate, utilizing some of Lusca's rabbit-like swiftness to surge around and sink her teeth into his shoulder. Though experienced in dirty fighting, she wasn't so well versed in how to fight head-to-head like this; she didn't realize, as she tasted his blood flowing and felt triumph for this small victory, that she had given him the upper hand.
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