[The cobblestones of the street, jagged where they are broken by her enemy's powers, cut and scrape at her bony knees. Her left shoulder bulges out unnaturally, higher than the right and spasming, popped out of place by the trench fall. Her two sets of lunges heave, heavy and straining through ignoring the pain... and her dark eyes find her opponent, a sick, half-victorious smirk twisting her lip and revealing glimpses of her teeth, far sharper than what should belong to a woman who looked part human and part horse.
This isn't the first time she's been called a bitch. It certainly won't be the last.]
Who's the bitch here?
[This time... the movement of the earth is slower. She can see the strain on his face. He has to move his arm to do it this time. She can use it to her advantage... she has to. The sound of the Achamite guards' approach is growing closer, a shout goes up... There's only one chance-]
Were you going to get help from your little friends? Let's make them work for it.
[The earth moves. She moves with it, letting it take her down... and slam her dislocated shoulder into the ground, using her heavy weight and the momentum to try and pop it back in. Did it work? Blood smears her lips from her badly bitten tongue, she cries out as she feels the bone move, tendons and ligaments snap back... and then she scrambles up faster than she may ever had in her life, throwing herself forward with a feral snarl...
And throwing herself into him, with enough force to carry the both of them over the railing behind him and into the waters of the canal below.]
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This isn't the first time she's been called a bitch. It certainly won't be the last.]
Who's the bitch here?
[This time... the movement of the earth is slower. She can see the strain on his face. He has to move his arm to do it this time. She can use it to her advantage... she has to. The sound of the Achamite guards' approach is growing closer, a shout goes up... There's only one chance-]
Were you going to get help from your little friends? Let's make them work for it.
[The earth moves. She moves with it, letting it take her down... and slam her dislocated shoulder into the ground, using her heavy weight and the momentum to try and pop it back in. Did it work? Blood smears her lips from her badly bitten tongue, she cries out as she feels the bone move, tendons and ligaments snap back... and then she scrambles up faster than she may ever had in her life, throwing herself forward with a feral snarl...
And throwing herself into him, with enough force to carry the both of them over the railing behind him and into the waters of the canal below.]