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His teeth grasped at her neck. They overlaid the older scars there, unbeknownst to the pair, and suddenly her face was shoved in to - through the rabbit and in to the dirt.

Something cracked; the rabbit's little grin was missing teeth and one of them had scraped against Indra's face.

She'd made a strangled noise, almost a no, which was muted as she was held to the dirt.

Indra heard the scuff of bone as Colt kicked the head away, and she moved as if to lunge for it, but he was stronger. Her cheek grazed gravel and burned.

Okay, m'comin, She murmurs, eyes glassy. There is no use fighting back now, she knows. He's won this scuffle and suitably crushed a piece of her spirit.