ᴏᴄᴛᴀᴠɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ; sᴋᴀɪʀɪᴘᴘᴀ, ʜᴇᴅᴀ (skaikru) wrote in the100,
Re: Battles.
Octavia spent her days hiking through the woods, hunting and always on the move. She rarely sat still for long, and when she did, there was an anxious quality about her. Stillness was something she'd been forced into for so seventeen years that now that she had the freedom to move, she never wanted to sit still. She spent her days yearning for battles, to use the skills that Indra and Lincoln had taught her, to put them to good use. Now that she was in the thick of battle — sweaty, bloody, and full of adrenaline — she realized that this would not be an easy war won.
The werewolves were relentless. Their bodies were clearly better prepared for an assault like this one. The wolf was fresh, and it didn't matter how long the person had been awake or how tired they'd been, the full moon gave them power and an insatiable craving for human blood.
Octavia held her own, though it was by the skin of her teeth. She lost count of the near misses, and when a werewolf finally went down at her machete, she made the simple mistake of standing still just a little too long in her pride. Another werewolf caught her around the middle in its jaws. The metal was thin enough to move around in, thick enough not to get nicked by a set of teeth grazing her. Octavia's armor held, just barely. Teeth indented the metal, into her skin, crushing her. When the satisfying spray of blood and guts didn't erupt, the werewolf grew frustrated, picked Octavia up, and shook her around like a rag doll. Octavia's fingers desperately clutched onto her sword, holding as tight as she could, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get enough equilibrium to stab the damn thing in the eye.
With a final shake, it jerked her one way, pulling his head as far as it would go, then threw her in the opposite direction, sending her sailing through the air. Her back hit a large tree. If it hadn't been for her armor, it might have broke her spine. Instead, she collapsed into the dirt and roots. Dizziness and double-vision made it hard to get back up.
"Hold the line!" On her hands and knees, she spit out a mouthful of blood and grime before the darkness swallowed her.