Firefly Glen I'm sorry if I hurt you, I'm sorry if it got that bad

Many helped to the fray as Keres stood perhaps paralyzed from the momentum, but Desdemona had to fully concentrate on the beast ahead. A wince and a cry yelped from the guard as the teeth burrowed into her fur, pulling and tearing- how much it had hurt. She could not remember another time having such a serious attack, was the mountain as abnormally peaceful at times, she felt her limbs had grown rusty for such an action..

Then she was torn from the bully, but despite the burning and the blood curling from her back, she lept to action moreso. None mattered but the factor where the bear was aiming toward, the bloodlust in the air and Desdemona- throwing herself right to the bears face.