Twisted Slough II. Caught in the burning glow.

There was something wicked and satisfying about it when she managed to grab hold of part of his face and ripped a bit open. The spirit managed to get to her feet quickly but the pain in the leg was debilitating at first. She felt her hairs quiver as he lunged and only narrowly missed, too close for comfort. The rush of adrenaline that surged through her body made her able to escape; she dashed through the bough and stepped on the hard bits of ground, an off click in her step. She would pay for it later, that she had used it to run when all that made it function was adrenaline, but at least her head did not sit atop bloodied peaks as a warning to her kin.