Hell is a poor prison these days (Open)

And, it took little time for the hound to show its ugly boney mug again. Running was never an option. Hiding was never an option. She’s leaking blood like an untapped faucet and outspeeding this beast is an impossibility. Anything moving on four legs at the same amount of strength will never get outdone by something on two legs unless that thing on two legs is way smarter. Even then, who’s to say this beast lacked intelligence. It doesn’t seem keen on talking, but there’s something about it…

“Well, let’s get this over with.”

She feels energetic despite her dead arm gripping her blade tighter and throws a nasty glare at the creature. Yet, she did not move. It wasn’t till the Hollow came for her that she did; digging her left foot into the ground before pushing off and running forward towards her opponent; a head on collision set between the two. Don’t think her that dumb though.

It was at the last second, but she wanted to make sure the Hollow couldn’t instantly move against her as her foot dug into the ground and lifted her up as she leaped over the Hollow. At the same time, her sword spins in her hand as she catches the hilt; the blade facing downwards. Her next action, is to stop the Hollow’s skull head and try to jam her blade right down into the back of its large neck hoping to sink it in deep and flip onto the beast back like she’s riding a horse, but instead, it’s a large Hollow wolf. She didn’t have any real plan if this succeeded so, she holds on to her sword if in the Hollow’s neck and tries to jerk it or something to cut more into its neck hoping that it’ll do some damage to it.