Swiftcurrent Creek Please help me chop this tree down

Her plan failed miserably. Green eyes matched green and they stared at one another. She knew there was no winning for her, her size and lacking skills in a fight would most definitely not end well for her. Despite this knowledge at the back of her head, she heaved with all her might, straining every muscle. Pulling once, twice, three times. Now her lungs screamed, and her shoulder burned begging her to let go.

Still glaring in a rage at the man, she was stuck. Lie had got herself in this situation and now had no way out. Not without admitting defeat. Her nose twitched, something new. The sensation of something dripping down her leg startled her, but still she refused to let go. The scent of her fresh blood slowly filled the space between the wolves. Apparently, the gash wasn’t ready for such harsh treatment.

With on last hailmary pull Lie used every once of her strength to pull the deer from Kavik’s firm grip. As she pulled, finally something gave way. Just not where she expected. The leg coming free from its hold on the rest of the carcass. Rosalie was suddenly the victim of physics as she tumbled backward, no longer having any tension to hold her in place.