Bramblepoint Burn the Fleet [m]

This wasn't like before.  She wasn't pinned, and instead was free to wreak as much havoc as she wanted on the woman who dared fight her.  Kiwi tasted blood triumphantly and whirled away, lunging for Niamh's neck in order to push her over.

She hadn't anticipated the lightning recovery after the cry of pain.  Generally a wolf hesitated, but not her opponent. Niamh's fangs met Kiwi's face midway through and tore furrows along her muzzle and skull.  She hissed and pulled back as blood began to run, obscuring her vision partially in one eye. She hunched on three good legs and attempted to prepare to counter what might come next.