Bramblepoint Burn the Fleet [m]

A spray of snow was sent flying as she collided with Kiwi, and the snapping of wicked teeth clicked in tandem with the dull crack of muscle-sheathed bone from the impact. A small whirlwind of snow and ice flashed between them as Kiwi struck out with her hind feet, shoving at Niamh's chest and keeping her snapping jaws far from their deadly target but she would not be deterred for long. She snapped at the legs that struck out at her, taking advantage of the moment to ensure that her opponent would not be able to escape her should she manage to dislodge Niamh even momentarily. Niamh would not allow this chance to escape her- not when the years had passed without so much as a hint of Kiwi's scent to confirm that she lived, still. Not when her desire for vengeance had been allowed to simmer and boil into what was now a concentrated rage that possessed her, consuming her completely. 

She did not seek to seduce Kiwi into a fair battle, but aimed to ruin her completely. She dove for Kiwi again, aiming to grab her by or near her throat- anywhere that would get her even an inch closer to the red murderer's jugular.