She was devious, quick, but he was just as fast, just as strong, and half a dozen blows in he knew. Which way she would move, where she would strike, how fast she could turn. The battle raged in cycles, from ground to air to ground again, claws and beaks, talons and tails, poison and quills.
It ended when he had her pinned to the ground, one paw on her throat, his eyes animal-silver and her eyes wide, human.
Kill her, the voice inside him whispered. Survive.
He leaned down on her throat slowly, watching her struggle to breathe.
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