Overture Downs Let's raise some hell, shall we?

agony tore through indra like a bullet as she was flung into the dirt, her breath stolen from her body. she tried to rise, and it was as if a flame had extinguished all air inside of her; it burned through her ribcage and constricted her throat, sending her muscles into spasms of noncompliance.

the shadowcat would surely have killed her, were it not for his sudden shift in attention. indra shakily rose limping to her feet as a flash of grey entered the scene, a bellicose frenzy lent to his form as he clashed with hellcat hide.

she knew instinctively who it was -- and with a guttural growl shook off the stupor that clung to her. her breath was still shaky, but slowly regaining regularity -- fighting against the exhaustion that stole over her, indra lunged after the whirling cat shortly after nunataq.

every conviction, strength, and ire she ever had was aimed like a furious mallet sent swinging, gunning for cat and flesh alike: for such a small creature, the defiant fury in indra was overwhelming and she threw herself for hock or haunch, anything at all to quarter the bitch that dared try to steal her daughter from her.