Dragoncrest Cliffs the flame will protect

Thuringwethil isn’t able to knock Eske over on to her side but she does throw her off enough by taking one of her legs. She pulls away after a beat, only to throw herself at her once again that she’s able to get away and, in the process, her own turn is taken away when Eske moves from her grasp. Each time she lands with a thud, she winces automatically and out of her control but she turns anyway to charge once more to put the girl on her back or side but she moves in a way that catches her off guard and instead of driving parts her, rams her shoulders into her ribcage. A snarl that surprises even her, that rips from her as if it is her soul, and she caves to the ground as if a thousand pounds had been dropped on her.

The wind had been knocked from her lungs once more and she turns her head to send a snap after the girl but she is long gone from her grasp. She tries to pick herself back up but the pain keeps her down, eyes scanning and her brows low to hide the pain with aggression. Her lips are pulled back angrily but she does not get up again or attempt to charge, conceding as pain now controls her every movement.

“Cheka,” she groans out, struggling to maintain her large breaths as they pierce her lungs on each inhale.