Whitefish River Against the Rising Tide

He agreed and without a prompt ran at her. The intended blow was direct and obvious with the distance between them giving the Count plenty of time to prepare. When Hieronymous went down, she would push off to the side. Like Evergreen this man was big, smaller than her, but big. She would have to be fast to win.

Digging her paws into the sand Ira came to a cushy slide, already trying to push against the friction to head back at the painted man. Pinning him would be difficult, but doable. A similar blow to the neck was likey expected. The Count would feign a reach for Hiero's throat, although her actual target was his side. If he was distracted by her fangs she could use her weight to slam into his side and possibly break his stance.