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She didn’t need to hear nor see Wolframite to simply know that this wasn’t some mild irritation. Even at a distance Lavendulan could feel the anger rolling off him. This was more of an unadulterated feral reaction to something she had said and for the first time since their match began, she felt truly terrified of him.

Laven took a step back, bumping her heel against a cluster of crystals she hadn’t realized was there. However, fortunately she maintained her footing and side stepped around it instead. While the cuts, so far, were not deep the burning burning sensation radiating from her arm and side were not something that could be ignored.

“But that’s why you brought me out here right?” With eyes full of fear she swallowed thickly. “To fill in those gaps and teach me.” Lavendulan kept a steady eye on him as she tried to break through this rage. “Right?”

Her breathing was labored from the second cut on her side but still she remained upright despite the way her stomach churned in nervous anticipation. With each swipe he shred away at her uniform rending the delicate flesh beneath leaving her a bit of a bloody mess.

This is what she had asked for and agreed to. A spar in which they could learn of each others strengths and weaknesses. But the tone had shifted and she worried that they were about to step over that delicate threshold into something more dangerous than what she was ultimately prepared for. “Wolframite?”

Please, I’m not your enemy, she wanted to say but the words were stuck in the back of her throat as she instead took a stance in preparation of his next lunging attack.

HP: 30 - 2 (poison) - 3(damage) - 2(lingering poison) - 1(damage) - 2(poison) - 2 (lingering poison) - 2(damage) - 2(poison)= 14
Damage 0 she didn’t end up attacking him this round.

Despite anticipating his attack, when the moment came, Lavendulan froze.

She should have called it, told him that she had enough. But that would be the cowards way out, at least in his eyes she was sure it would be seen that way.

Out of instinct, she brought her arms up in a feeble attempt to protect herself as his body collided into her own, tackling her as if she were nothing more than a stick in the sand. An object easily blown over by the simplest of winds.

The impact itself had forced all the air from her lungs and in that same moment, she was left dazzled when the back of her head connected with the unforgiving ground. With his weight on top of her, she struggled to draw in a single breath. Not that it mattered because it seemed he was not quite done with her yet.

The sickening crunching sound of scales snapping was the only warning she received before his sharp teeth bit into tender flesh pulling from her a silent scream. Her eyes squeezed shut from panic and pain as poison flowed into the freshly open wound. Unlike residue left behind from his earlier swipes, this held an intensity that could only be compared to the day she had fallen off the doc.

Lavendulan whimpered beneath him. “Sto-” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she struggled to speak.

Gripping his shoulder with her only functioning arm, Lavendulan used what little strength she still held onto and curled her claws into it as she tried to push him off but stopped when it became apparent he had no intention of letting go.

“Pl-please” Fearing he would rip her throat out if she continued to struggle, her body trembled beneath him as she forced herself to let go of his shoulder. Hot tears blurred her vision when she finally opened her eyes and with a shaky hand she reached up to grab ahold of his ear. I- I’m sorry… I’m not as strong as you want me to be...

When it seemed that she would not be able to get through, that he was not of a mind to listen, her body shifted as it did before into her other form, just as she should have done before he had a chance to latch on.

Laven winced when she heard the sound of jaws snapping beside her ear when there was nothing left for him to hold on to as her body flowed out from under him. Once somewhat free, she rolled over onto her side so her back was facing him.

While now in her partially translucent form, it was easy enough to see where the copious amounts of poison had pooled in her shoulder before slowly dispersing down her arm and across her chest.

Her breathing was labored but that didn’t stop Lavendulan from struggled to rise to her knees. Only once did she fall over when she tried to use her injured arm for support. “Nng,” She pursed her lips into a thin line to keep from crying out as she tried to push herself upright one more time.

A familiar dark haze gathered in her pherpials when she looked back in Wolframite’s direction. This was it, he won; but with eight years of experience with fighting… surviving… she expected nothing less of him. His prowess was something to be admired but at this moment the only thing she felt towards him was fear.

Her breathing was shallow yet Laven forced herself to focus on forming a small sphere of water, no bigger than the size of a golf ball. However, unlike before, when she swung her uninjured arm it didn’t leave her hand. Instead, it elongated into a thin long whip, a microcurrent of water that was aimed at his head.

She had no idea if the attack connected because upon her last exhale the last of her strength gave way causing the thin whip-like form dissipated in an arch of water between them as her body returned to its natural state and fell sideways in a motionless heap.

HP: 6