[center][color=skyblue][h3]KitKat Winters[/h3][/color][/center][hr]

In a span of time it takes Akimoto to get up on her feet and [i]away[/i] from the wolf, the small bar placed conveniently in the corner of her vision has been steadily depleting, telling her how many seconds left before [i]Butterfly's Gift[/i] runs out and Akimoto trips over her feet and dies and painful, horrible death. [i]One minute remaining. Fifty seconds remaining. Forty seconds--[/i]

Thankfully, before Akimoto can make a fool out of herself and become dog food, another scream begins to echo alongside hers, distracting the werehound for a small moment. Akimoto can't really take in much information other than [i]don'tdiedon'tdiedon'tdie,[/i] and the short glance she can afford doesn't really make anything clear other than the fact that there is a white-and-red blur racing beside her, but she's thankful for the company. There is something to be said for dire circumstances forging strong friendships.

That is, if they don't die first. [i]Thirty seconds.[/i]

Which is why, in the panic of Akimoto's mind, a plan begins to form--a plan that most certainly won't work, yes, but a plan all the same. She's just starting to figure out a way to shout her strategy to the person (?) beside when she realizes the wolf has changed trajectory. Miraculously, even in her ridiculous getup and wobbly high heels, she manages to pass the other running figure, and therefore lose the wolf's interest.

But! Akimoto is a nice person! She can't just let her first shot at a friend DIE! Now, if only she had another one of those lightning shock--[i]also there's a spear flying towards her what.[/i]

In a feat of acrobatics that surprises even her, Akimoto bends, twists, and dodges the (Very sharp! Very dangerous!) spear, only for it to hit her companion. Skidding to a stop, heart pounding and breathing heavy, Akimoto can only watch as the spear slices through an ample portion of the child's leg, and suddenly feels very sick. Shaking uncontrollably, she feels the world sway for a moment--but no! Not today!! Forcing the panic down, Akimoto sheds her high heels by cutting their shiny leather straps and rushes up to the wolf in a fit of rage and passion and desire to do at least [i]one[/i] good thing before she dies.

"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!!" Akimoto screams, plunging her dagger into the werewolf and giving it a kick in the stomach for good measure, desperately trying to shove the monster off the obviously injured kid. And the thing is, she's never really used a knife before--cutting veggies? Who has time for that?--but right now, she hacks away like her life depends on it. She doesn't even register her arm has been bitten until the red, red blood drips down to her hands and onto her dagger. And then, very quickly, the wolf releases her arm and jumps back, growling and baring its teeth and generally being ugly and vicious. 

"I don't think that's good," Akimoto says, watching the wolf keep its distance, keeping its eyes on the small child beside (well, under--Akimoto's using her arm to shield them) her. What's that called? Stalking? Akimoto does not like that. Akimoto does not want to be stalked. "Um, question. Do you have a weapon to fight this thing?"     

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