Kumoe's curious head closed her jaws around NineLivesLeft's wrist guard.
The sudden bite dragged his hook away from her throat. Its tip still carved through the fur of her shoulder, but the wound was shallow compared to the killing strike he had intended.
Green light spilled from the middle head before the cut had fully opened. The right barked at the same time, strengthening the restoration as Kumoe held on through the pain in her rear leg.
NineLivesLeft's eyes widened with genuine interest.
"Nice. She didn't counter through an injured leg like that against the hounds."
Alexandra reached them and drove her sword into his exposed side.
[Pride Mark: 1]
Kumoe's damage amplification flared beneath the mark. NineLivesLeft's equipment resisted part of the effect, but the combined pressure still forced him to retreat.
He ripped his arm from Kumoe's jaws and kicked backward. Both boots struck a nearby trunk, and Prowler's Rebound carried him into the branches.
