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There's little the shove could do to harm him, larger than she and more solid. The only thing to show for her efforts is a gash across her shoulder, wrought by his anger from her attack. She stumbles back, out of reach, blood weeping from the wound as she moves. Dire fangs bared, she snarls with anger instead of pain as she faces him with unrelenting determination in her moonstone gaze. 

She waits until he comes to her the next time, missing again the blow she outstretches for his face. Angakkuq dances out of reach, attempting to tire him, rivulets of crimson blood now flowing freely from her shoulder. The strain has caused it to bleed openly but Tupilaq seems not to notice as she waits, watching with eerie silence, for him to approach again.