Raven's Watch [m] α

She falls back screaming! Landing upon the wild man with the full weight of her body and the impetus of Faust’s wild lunge. She is seized again, this time as a shield that connects with the thrusts of both men. With each bite, each fire, they seem to miss her by only a hair's-breadth, and any moment she expects to see her own blood go flying with the brutish effusions that stream from haughty jaws.
“Stop!” She struggles now with all her art and strength employed in surviving this, paws splayed to push back against Faust’s furious strivings, hind legs kicking into the belly of her enormous captor, and feeling feeble against them both. The huntress swings her head aside while solid sheets of snow are thrown into the air.
North be damned. She would die here, she was certain.