Sun Mote Copse yesterday I hiked over a river that was not there

[table width=85%][tr][td]He was getting aggravated and it showed in the sudden surge of anger that fueled his movements. His orderly attacks were left behind for a feral nature not unlike her own strategy. 

If it was anger that fueled his, it was panic that fueled Liri. The moment he touched her flanks, she twisted and writhed and struggled with everything she had.

It would not happen again.

Pupils blown with fear, she saw him not as a golden stranger but as the red-cream man who raped her. A violence, almost possessed in nature, took over her. 

Liri thrashed and bit and clawed and tore without recalling what she was tearing into or whom she was hurting. There was one thing alone in her mind: blood.[/table][/tr][/td]