He crumpled beneath her onslaught of rasping snarls and choked-off sobs, to Zora's sickening satisfaction. She wanted him gone - had not yet conceptualized an ending to this that left her breathing and him not.
After all, Dia was dead, her scent blotting his out to the point it was almost hard to continue her attack. Zora figured as soon as the deed was done, the dragon slayed, the breath of life would simply cease to reside in her; like a marionette with its strings cut.
What was the point? Zora had had a glimpse of life without Gladiator once already and found it to be a unique, personal hell.
But here, and now, she could only think about killing the demon in her dreams. Zora, wait, He pleaded.
She did not wait. She'd been waiting too long already.
He tucked his chin, protecting his throat, and the serpent hissed out an ugly, infuriated snarl. Her tail swayed behind her to keep her balance - why, why, why did he cower from her? Why did he defend against her?
As if he were afraid of her; what was there to be afraid of, when it was only terror and grief driving her forward still? She was only a revenant, possessed by her own vengeful spirit, and it didn't matter what happened to this body as long as her mark was left, not on this world, but on this creature that refused to stop taking everything away from her.
His paws flung out, trying to hold her back - Zora lunged forward again, throwing her chest against his paws and slinging her jaws forward to snap inches away from his muzzle, the final obstacle between her and his inevitable fate. Her forepaws scrabbled at the air, an exhausted whuff exhaling against his face as she tried to catch her breath and push past her limits in the same breath.
It's not real,
Zora rumbled a threat once more, writhing to try to overpower the man beneath her.
Hell was going to be very real for him - she was about to bring it to earth.
