Bearclaw Valley [intruder] pack, pack, kill, kill

A figure came forward, one that was the sidelines and wished to grab her so. Perhaps he wanted to grab her scruff, but instead her throat was lunged toward instead.

With blocking the blackbird, she could not do anything- and watched the foe grab at her. Horror flashed across Faustus's face, and she made a desperate move.

An eye, now gone, but her throat, as well.

"You.." Choking on her own blood, she had no time.

So little time.

"She was.. right about this hell."

I'm sorry mom.