Sleeping Dragon i am made of shrapnel

He sinks faster than she anticipates, causing a leg to falter and she takes half a stumble to the ground but she’s up quickly. She feels the tug of her flank and her head swings around with a snarl spitting from her lips. His curve away from her puts him out of reach but she does not wait for long, launching at him without planning for the long run. All she can do is listen to the frustration accumulating in the back of her mind that only throwing her weight around can sway.