Haunted Wood sold my soul to the calling

ok, sounds good! left it kind of vague so you can decide wounds if you'd like!

they become, for a moment, a confused mess of limbs. spurred on by something that might be claustrophobia, she wrestles free, helped somewhat by the kicks of his limbs. but she does not waste the value of attacking while he's down, and she spins tightly, grabbing hold of his cheek and the hollow is his neck as she shoves his head into the dirt, not in the least gentle in attempting to end this now.