Starglow Basin bruja,

qiao’s lot was magicka, not fighting. before her teeth could ever find their mark she was handily repelled by the backbiting she-wolf behind her, pulled down and pressed to the ground in a matter of seconds. 

you — she struggled to right herself, a guttural hiss slithering from her clenched teeth as her neck stung with the pain of saya’s raking teeth. 

by now she knew the seconds of her life were thinning; the lovely moon tonight would shine and she would not have eyes to see it. 

if soto had his way. 

but qiao had never been in the business of making men’s lives easier. as a slick of blood routed down her throat, she watched the man fight her struggling coven-sister, murmuring a small haka between her teeth. the invocation of life, the calling of aid of the thousand fangs of the overworld — a spell that would take from her own life sources, and likely — 

she did not wait for the jaws of death to come to her. qiao, drenched in the red dress of her own lifeblood, turned upon her captor with tooth and claw. 

go, eset! run, you stupid girl - qiao sent in a powerful burst of thought before the full of her attention turned to distracting their captors.