Redhawk Caldera Ten things you didn't know

Like partners trained in a dance, they moved and whirled together, which for a moment left a whisper of air between them. The last chance they had to disengage before sinking into a battle that could possibly cripple both of them lingered for only a moment, but neither saw it as an opportunity. The only opening they saw, was not one that existed for them to step back and reconsider- but to plan their next strike. 

It would happen that the leg Reyes bit would be the one that Kiwi had injured earlier in the year. She heard and felt a sickening crunch as his jaws clapped around her forelimb just above her knee. The wound had healed, for the most part- but it wouldn't have mattered at that point if there had been a previous injury or not. She didn't know, in that moment, if he'd broken her femur or if he'd caused a tendon to snap- but something had given out. With a banshee's wail she hollered out in anger and in pain- a sound to be stifled only a moment later as she tucked her chin, and struck out like a viper aiming to grab him by the tender spot at the base of his skull.