Cerulean Cape Cause for hate and a cause for ending, it sounds so easy

Her usual manner of fighting saw her dancing in and out, taking hits at exposed hindquarters, unguarded flanks and ill-placed limbs; Raptor's straightforward assault was incompatible with Wylla's style, and because he was better able to bully her advantage, she was forced to conform to his style. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't well-versed in all the ways to protect herself from a relentless head-on assailant, and so her misstep became her loss. Her eyes widened as he shoved to the side, unbalancing her and toppling her into the sand with childlike ease.

Wylla scrabbled for a hold on the sand, fighting with all the fury and fleetness of a cornered rabbit to regain her feet, but he was on her before she could right herself, and then she was pressed down into the sand. Stupid fucking fuck, her body language screamed as she peeled back her lips, trimmed down her whiskers, and spat at him—and then his teeth were on her throat, and she knew her life was surely over. He pinched down and a sharp sound loosed from her lips. She struggled harder, and managed to plant her teeth into the bridge of his nose, but it was too awkward an angle for her to get a good hold.

She couldn't find the breath to tell him she hoped he felt real good about himself for killing someone he wronged in the first place, but even that would have been a waste of breath on such a low life. In the end she went silent and stared off at the sky, waiting for him to just end her already.