Ava moved like a storm through the chaos, her dagger pulsing in her grip like a heartbeat in the dark. A hunter lunged at her, wielding a silver chain that gleamed under the dim light, designed to bind creatures like her. He swung it toward her legs, aiming to trap her in its deadly coils. But Ava was faster. At the last second, she sidestepped, her movements fluid as water. With a growl, she seized his wrist, her claws sinking into his flesh. A sharp gasp escaped his lips, his eyes widening in horror — then crack.
She wrenched his arm at an unnatural angle, the bones snapping beneath her grip. His scream tore through the battlefield as he crumpled, his weapon clattering uselessly to the ground. The moment was brief.
