Sun Mote Copse yesterday I hiked over a river that was not there

   Embry grit his teeth, grinding his jaw as the pain flashed across vision and mind. There were new colors dancing across his painted view, colors hazed and blurred. He didn't care. This was savagery that he faced, and he intended to meet it full force.

     He grunted as the female twisted her snapping fangs to rip at his neck. Heck, she just about managed to mangle his jugglar when he finally shrugged her off. His shoulder, formerly tangled, let loose and slammed upwards to meet her lethals.

     Aggravated, he followed the motion with a smooth twist. His hips surged upwards in place with his upper body, so that he snaked through what little air time he was given before wrenching his claws across her flanks.