[ 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) ]
[ Challah’s teeth do find their mark, but Abel, who has two hands still, manages to wedge them in Challah’s mouth and pry her teeth open and off her neck before she can do too much damage (6). she tries to keep pulling enough to straight up break/dislocate her jaw but (2) ]
[ rolls a crit in "dodging" fake-challah's attempts at dislocating her jaw, so guess what those fingers are getting bit. possibly clean off. (6) challah's strength as a genetically modified pet experiment is pretty insane, after all.
but now with her mouth occupied she has no choice but to use her singular torn up arm to try and reach out and tear at the other's throat with her nails, aiming to draw blood. (4) ]
[ Abel’s fingers leak blood into Challah’s mouth at the bite, but Abel just laughs, the sound of it heaving out brokenly through the claws in her neck, and forces her hands in further, as if to choke Challah on them, as if to just shove them down her throat before ripping her face in half ]
[ the scream that rips out of challah's throat is strangled and wet and filled withand a primal rage as her flesh rips, exposing raw muscle and the ivory white of bone.
blinded by pain and panic she falls, unable to react in time to catch herself. so her face meets the ground, and that is where she stays as her one remaining hand claws at the blood saturated dirt. ]
A...o.., [ her voice is somewhere between a growl and a low, desperate whine. help her. ]
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Re: CW: dismemberment + killer... bugs?
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) ]
Re: CW: dismemberment + killer... bugs?
Re: CW: dismemberment + killer... bugs?
but now with her mouth occupied she has no choice but to use her singular torn up arm to try and reach out and tear at the other's throat with her nails, aiming to draw blood. (4) ]
Re: CW: dismemberment + killer... bugs?
Re: CW: dismemberment + killer... bugs?
blinded by pain and panic she falls, unable to react in time to catch herself. so her face meets the ground, and that is where she stays as her one remaining hand claws at the blood saturated dirt. ]
A...o.., [ her voice is somewhere between a growl and a low, desperate whine. help her. ]
Re: CW: dismemberment + killer... bugs?
and then she crushes Challah’s skull. ]