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She managed to execute the intended move, though in the blink of an eye, Turquoise was catapulted over Dany's head and thumping to the ground with so much force that the impact knocked the wind out of her. Groaning, she struggled to her feet, taking in little sips of air until her lungs properly recovered.

"Damn," she said under her breath. Then her eyes flicked upward to see blood dripping from Dany's neck. This gave her a bad jolt. "Damn," she repeated unwittingly, "did I do that? I didn't mean to draw blood. Are you okay?"

And suddenly, Turquoise no longer had any desire for this sparring match. It was over for her. "What do you say we call it a draw, matey?" she joked, trying to use vernacular befitting their pack. The joke fell a little flat. "Let's not do anymore... damage." Her gemstone eyes flicked over the shallow wounds in Dany's neck, though that wasn't the only damage to which the Gunner referred and they both knew it.