Firefly Glen [PHE] the type that makes me feel old

Sobeille left her signature on each side of Cygnet’s face. 

A fluke, more than anything, for warning snaps to cause such devastation- but where Cygnet had rolled a critical fail and had grabbed the sealskin rather than the trespasser, Sobeille’s luck-kissed dice had granted her an exceptional win. 

Cygnet squealed as she reeled backwards. The first blow tore a river of blood from her forehead to her cheekbone where Sobeille’s lone upper canine hooked and pierced her eye as easily as a hook spearing a worm. Cygnet pulled her face away, to catch another snap to the left side of her face, one that spilled blood into her eye.

Akavir was upon Sobeille at once, as Cygnet’s world went dark. She howled and screamed in pain, pawing at the side of her face where the fluid from her eyeball ran down her cheek. 

Her left eye, labradorite, became filled with blood; garnet now, she could see nothing from it. 

Blood ran down her throat. Murderer! She spluttered. MURDERER!