The Sentinels strapped down to something that you don't understand

Feel free to assign a hit here.

A feral growl worked from her throat as both opponents shook.  The wound in Takiyok's neck was now at least as deep as her own as her fangs rip from the flesh in one final shake.  She bares her teeth, saliva and blood stringing from her lips and launches herself in again.  If her spar with Ambrose had taught her anything, it was that she couldn't rely only on her swift toes.  

She recklessly moved to hit the woman's face, and her narrowed eyes closed as she sunk into something — whether she'd hit her mark or not, she couldn't say.