[ even if she had any time to process the pain and the fact that her other arm was now flung several feet away into the grass, it would be useless to her. pain and blood and anger and vengeance pound over and over in her ears now. she must kill or be killed.

as the other Challah-- Abel-- Ao?-- lunges towards her she drops quickly into a tight crouch, dodging the hand that tries to grab for her throat. (5) from her position below the other fighter she snarls... and then, pushing up with her legs, she lunges right back. her one remaining arm is relatively useless now so she relies on something stronger-- her teeth, and the sheer strength of her jaws as she crunches down on the other Challah's neck. (6) ]