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For a second there is stillness. The uncomfortable sensation of being somewhere hot and wet, like the inside of something's mouth, snaps off like a lightbulb.

The cool breese of an early spring afternoon ruffles through her hair.

Bina feels a moment of pure joy and elation. That instant of victory a small furry thing feels when the beast of horn and muscle and murderous intent, so hot on their heels only an instant before, leaps for their throat… and misses.

Suddenly feel all the pain. Ouchie.

And then the pain hits.

> Pass out from blood loss.

Sounds like a good… idea…