Big Salmon Lake Powder form wherever demons manifest

Beads of coppery blood seeped beneath her fangs, tickling her tongue. The satisfaction was all too short lived for Tzila to bask in it fully. The woman was frantic, desperate to get away. She whirled and bucked wildly beneath the duo of Nightwalkers, regaining her proper footing. A flurry of blindly snapping jaws clipped the delicate flesh of her cheek, creating a small, shallow wound. Tzila hissed nonetheless, muzzle wrinkling in newfound fury.

Sarah would not escape this. She would see to that herself. Enthralled with the thrill of battle, she backpedaled, swinging her torso away to make room for Black Hat's next assault. The second after he lunged for the base of the throat, Tzila pounced. Her aim was direct, towards the base of the skull where the spine connected. If she hit her mark this time, she'd toss her head violently, ripping fur from skin.