Wheeling Gull Isle take what you can, and give nothing back

Wednesday grappled against the great bulk of the beast. It was difficult, given the fact that she had already suffered from great blood-loss and had not truly prepared herself for a fight again so soon. Couple that with her inexperience in fighting on this sort of terrain, it spelled obvious death. Her thoughts were dark and dismal, but she fought on, relentless. His random bites connected, though none yet reached the mark of her neck. As she went to deliver a blow against him, in the corner of her eye came the most dominant among them; Wednesday was distracted for a potentially fatal moment, but she knew that if she died, undoubtedly so too would Goliath. Certainly by her would-be lover. And his corpse would be for Gristle and the Gamma both. Her own corpse would be respected by the duo, but Goliath's would be torn apart.

Wednesday looked to him and waited to see if he would back down, or if he would still fight; she would not go down alone, this day!