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Her fangs hit their mark and she latched onto Vercingetorix’s ankle; however, the tiny mongrel knew that her point had been made [and a good one, was it not?] and since the ankle was a delicate spot, she kept get grip light. Of course, this was not an entirely altruistic decision; in her experience, her size prevented vice-grip jaws from being an effective method of attack — she was simply too easily thrown around for attacking-and-holding. Verx could easily do that to her, hold her down and dominate her, but Isleña had to rely on being light of her feet and smarter than her attacker.

That’s why when the swarthy brute shot his head, jaws open and ready, down to grab the back of her neck in a deflective maneuver, Isleña was ready. She pulled her limbs in close to her body and released the light hold she had on him, rolling away from him until her feet once against found purchase and she bounced back up to all fours, giving him a smarmy stare.  “Maybe no need many Luk,” she offered cattily, lifting up her lip into a sneer and a wink. He had seen what she could do — now Isleña waited for a demonstration of the man’s military prowess.