Noctisardor Bypass Life, Death, Religion, Survival

He barely had to lift a finger to deflect her attack. Glaukos sidestepped with the practiced ease of a seasoned fighter, Druid’s teeth clicking on nothing but empty air with enough force that one cracked. Pain struck like lightning and a black paw darted to her mouth.

A second later, the Den Father’s shoulder slammed into her, driving her own balled fist into her teeth and knocking out several more as the force simultaneously knocked her backward. With only three legs on the ground, she lost her balance and flipped haphazardly to the dirt. Druid instinctively tried to break her fall by thrusting out an elbow, which cracked on impact.

Druid’s chest heaved for a few seconds before she unleashed a banshee shriek, drowning out Glaukos’s frosty words.