Twisted Slough II. Caught in the burning glow.

She retaliated. Her curving crescent-moon body sending those teeth too close to his face; so close that they grappled at the corner of his mouth and with a violently desperate twist, those teeth sliced through the flesh. He bellowed as the pain shot through him and fell back, the jowels on his right side ripped like ribbons and hanging off his face. The boy glowered at her and then made to lunge again — but the pain in his face was shockingly sharp, and he missed, giving her a small window to escape — provided she could get that cracked limb to work.