Tackling splat

Splat passed beneath her again. Ryn tore from her shrouded place on the ceiling and snarled her hunger at the asura. “Mine.” The word came in the midst of her growl and she didn’t know why she said it. He spun in time to see teeth and shadow, no more.
She hit him. They tumbled. Her force punched him into the concrete. She cracked him across his face, and because he was slow, she did it nine more times.


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