Redd's jaws snapped shut where Gallows's face had been a heartbeat earlier.
She bent backward with unnatural ease, the tips of his fangs cutting through the air close enough to graze the bridge of her nose. Her body folded almost flat, robes brushing the glowing blood script beneath her feet, then snapped upright with one chakram already moving. The circular blade caught Redd across the side of the neck before he could fully recover, carving through fur, flesh, and muscle in a deep crescent that would have opened any ordinary man from throat to spine.
Redd did not fall.
