Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

no major injuries or death plz, but roughing her up, knocking her out, some bruises, all good

perhaps chani had not quite realized the severity of their situation until new moments arrived. in one moment she had been beside her mother, charging at chacal's flank for the interlopers. the next a reek familiar swamped her senses, and she was dragged bodily away from the tanzanite.
in rage she snarled, but he shoved her again, back. she was too old to call for her mother, or so she felt. and so chani put her rage into grappling the man, heaving powerfully in his grasp until she was on the ground.
the look in his eye scared her, infuriated her. she remembered how he had tried to grab her waist before and saw the same scintillating want etched in his seasalt face now.
inside her, heart cried for pepper. she had not seen tousaint leave; to have witnessed that would only break her further.
mireille was shouting, and the girl twisted to listen. "no! no, matant! no! we fight! we die!" chani snarled, pinned into submission all for her flagrant mouth.
should they not all be killed here rather than surrender? would her grandmothers have given up!? chani shouted again, trying to bite and claw the pirate hell-bent on possessing her, a sickening sense of horror building in her spirit.