Redhawk Caldera Tread With Caution

When she rolled her enemy went limp, but still manages clings to her. His teeth has shreaded her neck and she can feel the warm flow of blood running down her chest. He bites down harder causing her to squeal loudly. I hope he drowns in my blood, she thinks, irritated that he won't let go.

She tries to get to her paws, but finds it difficult with the black's dead weight, so using her front paws she pushes on his head and hopes a claw finds a soft and squishy eye ball.