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rolled a 6!

once upon the distressing scene, indra had little time to react or digest what was unfolding. all she saw was the matriarch at first; then there was a flash of movement and a dark, towheaded wraith surged from the underbrush, valette’s child in tow.

indra was no experienced fighter, but it did not matter as she set the siren queen in her sights. with her teeth bared she lunged for the woman, attempting to halt her progress by snagging any leg that she could.

her teeth clicked around a thin limb, withdrawing a fresh welt of blood that tinged her tongue. the hock was soon yanked from her jaws, but the mark it left down caiaphas’ retreating leg was no small injury: skin flapped and crimson trickled immediately downwards. it was then she saw the waspish woman fling the puppy from her mouth; she watched horrified as the limp form sailed through the air, but indra did not leave caiaphas’ form and continued to snap at anything within reach. she would chase the woman until she was collectively brought down and killed, or she was run out of easthollow all together.