The world stopped spinning slowly as her nemesis nonchalantly cleaned up what little wound she'd made. Wide eyes regarded him as she continued to shuffle backwards, though ever slower until it was just a faint shove backwards, shifting her slightly. Her heart thudded until he got up and simply walked away, leaving her as if nothing at all had happened.
It was then that she let herself fall heavily to the ground. A soft whimper escaped her, tongue flicking out to try and clean her muzzle-wounds. The lack of sense in the attack still left her baffled, but she had no space to puzzle over it. For now, she could only think of staying safe and finding a place to heal.
