Skill: Warrior
Rolling 1d5: 2
Should the red wolf prevail and blood be spilled in the effort of a fair victory, she would put in a good word for him to her sister - it might save his life.
Nevertheless, this was better. She despised the necessary display of emotion it took to spur him into action, but she would rather publicly expose herself for a fraction of a second than suffer the shame of a match thrown in her favor. Shiloh would have been damned forever in her mind; a dishonorable coward, a man easily swayed by - what? Did he truly fear Tiberii's wrath so much that he would rather humiliate Aurelia than suffer the girl a few temporary wounds?
Good.
Scarcely had the word left her lips than the red warrior charged forward with renewed vengeance, and Aurelia felt gratified that he rose to the challenge. She felt a little less gratified that she was about to be made into a fine grey paste, but maybe they could put her corpse in the lake with Genghis and she could float into the dark water's embrace alongside him.
Shiloh met his mark and the Shakti-Vaes was sent tumbling across the arena, all the air rushing from her lungs in a sudden woof as she gradually slid to a halt. Stupid! Why hadn't she stayed moving? Genghis had told her so many times that her speed was her weapon, and she'd just stood there like a self-satisfied idiot -
Aurelia grunted and quickly pushed herself back up to her paws.
Taking a deep, painful breath - she dashed forward and nipped at his limbs, then quickly leapt away - ouch - she hadn't taken a hit like that from Alduin when she employed this tactic before - and began to circle him like a darting sparrow, hoping to wear him down, and all the while her sides ached.
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