Felltree Marsh black bridge

You rolled a 7 and I rolled a 1 so rip Kanuk!

The pure malevolence in the boy put Kanuk at too great a risk now. Already seeping from a deep wound and struggling against the damp conditions of the mire, she was trapped, regardless of how quick her body could be - and no matter how much she endured, she knew her limits.

Soon she would be struggling to remain awake. Her nape, missing a strip, bled openly and profusely. The pain of the smaller attacks became muted by adrenaline but nothing could combat this new threat: the simple, dire struggle of staying conscious.

Her snaps were weaker. She could not make a proper advance or aim her strikes; only meeting air, only tasting blood and dirt, feeling the panic grip her throat. The boy a haze of black and red.