Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

caiaphas' lunge to grab the male's attention was but a graze -- as he whirled around, he did so far faster than she anticipated -- and the siren's aim proved untrue.

she drew herself up in silence, her scornful gaze measuring the depth of his stride. he was swinging towards her as if a gaul's axe -- in seconds his chest had barreled into her flank, flinging her aside.

steady on her feet but feeling the smart of the blow, caiaphas winced as she sprung after his careening form. this time the wretch's jaws parted in the attempt to seize shoulder and halt his escape --  and if she hit true, the thorned blades of her incisors would attempt to shear and disfigure flesh.