flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
Aguta could feel the burning in her legs and chest already. Usually it took a lot more than this to bring on the burn, but she hadn’t really rested all that much after having run all the way down the mountain that was her home to the lake where Goldry had found her. That meant that her limit of stamina was diminishing quicker than if she had started this hunt fully charged and ready to go. But she was not about to give up until either the beast was dropped, or she, herself, dropped from sheer exhaustion. Aguta was not a quitter.
Her aim was true, knocking the doe off balance, causing the beast to trip. But when it lashed out, kicking out with its vicious kick, Aguta was a little too close. The hoof of the pronghorn doe landed in the middle of Aguta’s chest, winding her and causing her forward momentum to falter. As she tried to catch her breath, Goldry flew past her, grabbing hold of the kicking beast by the back of her head. A strangled snarl escaped from Aguta, but not directed at him, as she dove forward just as the doe’s broken leg crumpled beneath the weight.
A second angry snarl ripped forth from Aguta as she shoved her own head into the mix, clamping strong jaws around the snout of the doe. She was going to go for the throat, but the doe had her head at an awkward angle making it impossible for Aguta to grab where she wanted to. So she settled for the snout, crushing it beneath the power in her jaws. She had no intentions of letting go until the beast ceased thrashing about. Her chest burned both inside and out, out from where the kick landed.