Kintla Flatlands When Signs have no Arrows

Morgana landed on the female, only to feel an immense pain, unnatural to her. it was different then the wounds she inflicted, the real ones, that leaked blood. This...

She snarled a warning to the other, back backed down. "Fine. We can share. But I get the final blow" Not listening to whether the female would respond or not, she whirled to face the girl, who was limping toward the underbrush.

Her eyes sparkled with a deadly light, and she pounced on the female, pushing her down. "You didn't really think you'd get away that easy, did you? No, not without some more pain." She held her down on her side, oblivious to her screams. She locked eyes with the female, and with a smile gave her a nod. Let her do her voodoo shit, and then she would spill red.