Silver Moraine VII

Rush him she did, with absolutely no pretension as to skill or finesse.

Blueberry would likely slam into the man like hitting a brick wall, but she did, to her credit, try and grasp onto one of his broad shoulder blades, hoping to worry him there. A seasoned fighter would have told her to use her swiftness to her advantage, but. . .

Her jaws snapped—whether upon flesh or open air was up to his next move.