Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

pain erupted along her jawline as the fierce teeth of the young woman caught her a slicing blow. blood welled quickly, and the sting of it was propulsion for her fury. and as the second set of jaws met to set her low, silvertongue drew up the sparring she had undergone with arric and twisted against the give in her own nape, cutting out with teeth, with claws. and as her wounds deepened, she stared back at germanicus, hardly hearing his thunderous voice as she tried to surge upright, hauling impossibly against them with an eldritch and cool-eyed strength that knew continuation was her end. to be murdered at his feet by his children was the substance of a thousand haunting stories, and if a witch and a ghost must in the end be how the memories of her resided, then so be it; she accepted; and kept her eyes upon germanicus even as she slavered and fought and slashed in her attempts to be free of the others, free to let his blood now whet a mouth that had waited a lifetime for its taste.