Snafeliz stood in the shadows of a house with J’ffer on her shoulder, however not for much longer as the fire came closer and showed her in stark contrast against the house. The glittering light of the fire put the wounds that she had sustained on bright display. Her shirt was caked in blood, still moist and sticky, lines beading in her fur matting it. She had one set of claw marks down one cheek bone, the blood still steadily dripping from it. Her shirt was torn, another set of claw marks had ripped the stiff material, just barely nicking the skin underneath. She had one small nick on her upper arm. 

She bared her teeth in a growl, her canines glinting in the fires dancing light as she pounced on an Argonian that had sighted her, J’ffer jumping off at the last second. She had transferred her sword to her left hand and reached with the right one towards her enemy’s neck. Her sharp claws dug deep and she ripped her hand away, taking voice box, esophagus and windpipe alike. The Argonian clawed at the air for several moments before collapsing. Snafeliz threw away the throat and it’s parts as she turned around to face the other Argonians that had charged her. She transferred the sword back to her dominant hand and swung it up as she knelt down, the blade getting stuck somewhere in the middle of her foes body and she sustained another claw to the side for her efforts as the Argonian filth struggled in its death throes. She tugged the sword out and pulled her knife into her other hand as she became surrounded.

A growl came low from her diaphragm, her lips vibrating with the low sound as she twirled, sword flashing and knife darting. J’ffer helped in the way he could, but against the hist sap, he could only help make them bleed. Once or twice he was able to leap up and take a chunk or two from their throats, helping weaken them more.
Snafeliz got hit with the pummel of some weapon or other, probably a sword and went sprawling to the ground. She felt the split in her cheek and the loose tooth, but rolled as her back hit the ground spitting the tooth out in a spray of blood and cracked her neck before pouncing back into the action. She flipped the knife in her hand so that the blade lay to the outside of her hand and she bought the gauntleted hand up to smash into the face of one of two remaining Argonians. His head snapped back as she said “Renrij scum, this one will show you what it means to fight.” With that, she ran her sword through him, her blood flying everywhere from her exertions. 

Running on adrenaline and stubbornness she turned to the last Argonian that was distracted trying to skewer J’ffer as he attacked, clawing where he could, and biting likewise. She stalked towards her prey, her sword back in her left hand. By the time the distracted Argonian looked up to see the threat she had pulled off any protection he had been wearing and she kicked him powerfully, sending him back a step. A sound escaped her lips, escalating into another growl, her face contorted into pleasure at the fight. As the Argonian recovered from his surprise and came at her swinging his great ax, she ducked and came in close, her fist punching the filth in the chin, his head snapping to the side, the momentum sending him to the ground. 

She grinned, the feral sight would have made any citizen of Bravil retreat quickly, but the Argonian simply made as if to get up. Instead, she bent over the slightly dizzied male and unsheathed her claws. “This one will enjoy that you feel no pain, and this one will laugh,” and let her claws rip the soft stomach scales, the sound making her laugh joyously as the Argonian struggled under her, bucking as much as he could. As her hand wrapped around his heart, she tugged it out and muttered “Jekosiit filth.” As she stood up and walked away still grinning, she took a bite out of the heart before throwing it away. The taste turned her face sour and she spat it out and wiped her hand down the back of her skirt in a futile attempt to clear the blood. 

She noticed a few more scratches that she must have obtained from that last Argonian, but she shrugged it off. There would be time for that later. For now, she headed towards the docks, following the direction of the fire and the shouts she could hear nearby.