Duskfire Glacier widowsnest

the bull is larger, stronger—but she is faster. and speed, when wielded correctly, is just as deadly.
iosef does not disappoint. he slams into the beast with the force of a battering ram, tearing it away from the safety of its cows. she hears the impact, the grunt of the bull as it stumbles, the way its hooves scrape desperately against the frozen ground.
good, soldat, she purrs, breathless but steady, barely sparing him a glance as she circles wide, keeping the path clear. she does not need to tell him what comes next.
the bull fights, of course it does, its head swinging, nostrils flaring wide as it tries to keep balance. but it is isolated now. vulnerable.
she goes for the legs.