Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

Every step upward she wished to seize for herself remained out of reach no matter how badly she wanted it, and there at the bottom, she was struggling to keep it together when such a defeat was so unfamiliar. Meanwhile, he basked in his victory and she was the spoils of it all.

It took far too much out of her just to stand, let alone act in full on her contempt, and even small steps and the snapping of her teeth around empty air sapped her already depleted reserves away faster with every next one. Dizziness was beginning to force itself into her focus more and more, and even anger and frustration could not color it entirely away by now. Whatever stance she had managed for herself (some whittled in-between of many things) swayed, for even when she tried to carry her head with any modicum of her power, it only seemed to exacerbate her problems. She could feel herself drooping, albeit fighting it weakly still, and waning too fast.

His new silence made her notice Charon's appearance, and this realization came with a great conflicting rush. He could help her. But even so.. he did not need to see any of this yet, her strewn out and stripped down to nothing but intent to kill in a body that couldn't heed her wants. It occurred to her darkly that he could forsake her for not being able to not have this happen; it was an act against him in so many ways as well, she couldn't even reach the edges of it yet. She whined before she realized the want to, and bristled anxiously with pinning ears when Lazarus' great presence swept around her soon after. Amekaze rumbled and peeled back her lips as she understood the message in part. Everything blurred, her head spun with sensation, scent, and an impressive exhaustion. Still, his possessive intent was still very clear and very worth the uneasiness she felt with both of them here like this. Neither did she like feeling like a commandeered prize.

When she tried to put new aggression into the flag of her tail then move away from him, her front legs gave and since consciousness' edge flickered already, she did not right herself immediately. Once she did, it was sluggish and pained. She wanted to leave. She wanted this over. She wanted him dead. She wanted no part of this hell.