A smirk smeared across the bloodied maw of the Witch. Her ear was clogged with blood and missing cartilage, she had gashes across her chest, and she suffered a dislocated rib. While she breathed short in and out, she stared at her opponent. She grinned, taking on a stance as she readied herself for round two. "I told you I'd take everything from you." She grinned through blood soaked teeth. "My brother reaked of Nightingale scum, your Delta my brother Cato tells me. Don't worry, I'll kill her next. I do want to comment though, I find it comical how you backed a man so vicious to keep a wolf within his guard that inflicted friendly fire and took out your mate." She laughed, sounding like a mad woman as she spoke her last sentence. "I mean after all, it only proves you meant nothing to the very one who started the war and reproduced with you. But your little friend in Tarben that slaughtered your mate only made my job so much easier."
She grinned, circling the blinded woman. She was hardly Queen anymore, no more than Hecate herself. In an instant, Hecate launched herself through the air. Her aim was to knock Irina off balance, have her land on her side and tear into her front limb with her teeth. If she achieved a full hit, she'd shatter the bone and thrash Irina about. If a half hit, she's grab the bone and fall straight over Irina, leaving a clean break in the bone. In a miss, Hecate would tumble right into Irina and send them crashing to the ground.
Her pink hued eyes opened to stare into Irina, meeting the blood soaked sockets that were her eyes. The Witch smirked. No matter how she landed, she'd pull herself back to stance and breath shortly. Pain racked over her body. She wasn't satisfied with the disfigured Irina. While she had impaired her vision completely, fractured her ribs, and dislocated her jaw, leaving it to hang in the wind, she didn't feel as if she had done enough yet. Her red stained white cloak leapt once more once her breath was caught up, aiming to take out her back leg with her jaws again. If a full hit, Hecate would twist and pull to dislocate and shatter the limb from her pelvis. If a half hit, she'd leave deep wounds in her thigh from her knife like teeth - Severing nerves, tendons, and cutting into deep muscle. If a complete miss, Hecate would stand at Irinas rear . . .
Half Dodges :: {0/2}
Full Dodges :: {0/1}
No Dodge :: {0/1}
Full Hit :: {0/1}
Half Hit :: {0/2}
Missed Hit :: {0/1}
Damage ::
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