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Snö had only just begun to move to try to throw her weight against the tigress to knock her off balance, but the tiger was much faster. Before she could really comprehend what was happening she could feel the searing pain of claws against her side. The pain became unbearable as one slipped so easily between her ribs and into her chest cavity. She cried out as the tiger pushed against her, its claw slipping deeper into her side. Her knees buckled and she hit the ground and was trapped beneath the massive paw for far too long.
She couldn't breathe.
Even after the tigress was no longer standing on her side Snö couldn't seem to catch her breath. She coughed and sputtered and the iron taste of blood filled her mouth and stained her teeth read. She slowly rose to her hooves, still coughing while the battle went on around her. She was angry that she'd been knocked down so easily so early in the fight. She was hurt that her own father didn't seem to even take notice of her when she spoke to him, but she couldn't let it bother her now. She could think about it once the tigress was dead and she was making the long walk back home to the Edge.
Common sense told Snö that she should leave the battle because she couldn't catch her breath, but the desire to prove herself was stronger. She swallowed the blood that filled her mouth and she threw herself back into the battle. Her movements were sluggish and her head felt foggy, but she had to fight. She had to. So she aimed her horn for the tiger's side and threw herself at rift goddess and just hoped that she would hit her target.
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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II)
