| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|01:23 pm] |
Botan lunged for Tsume and, regardless of the hand gripping her collar, she lunged right back.
The hand hadn't let go. She whipped around, digging claws into the nearest meat she could find--there was a lot of it--and attempting to wrench free.
In the half a moment before her feet left the ground and her teeth rattled around in her head as the meat--apparently even larger than she'd distantly realized--shook her, Botan snatched at her throat. When he missed, he whipped away and circled around to try again.
From not too far away, she heard Kuromaru yelp and snarl.
"Let--go," she growled, lashing first at one body and then at another. Her eyes refocused on Botan, just out of range. If she'd been on her feet-- She twisted around to slice again, hands hooked into claws, and missed.
Frustrated, she struck at the man holding her up, instead. |
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