Bramblepoint Burn the Fleet [m]

RIP Kiwi <3

Blow after blow, she handled the shock of kicks and scrapes as Kiwi fought against her, hauling her against the ground and occasionally wrenching her neck in a godawful direction before her movements slowed. It seemed to take forever, and Niamh felt her strength sapping as darkness and dizziness caused her to swoon, from the pressure building up in her jaws. Still she clenched and held, long after Kiwi fell silent and still. She would fall unconscious before she would release her grip. 

When she awoke, she lay next to the stiffening corpse, her head cradled between Kiwi's rigid forelimbs. She felt an ache in her temple as she slowly worked her jaws, and pulled herself free from her opponent's stiff embrace. Slowly, she pushed herself up into a seated position, to gaze down with an absent stare at the russet woman's face. The snow had already begun to cover her corpse; the warmth had already left it. She blinked and only then realized that one of her eyes was swollen shut. She gazed apathetically down at her foreleg, crimson from the knee down. 

She'd say nothing, but would turn and limp away in eery silence as the winds finally fell still.