[color=Silver][CENTER][h1][b]Natalie Ellis[/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
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One thing Natalie immediately noticed as she struggled is that this guy was strong too. She couldn't break his grip on her face or arm with her brainless, wild movements. She felt the pulling again, and her whole body tensed to protect itself, and she screamed in mortified horror as she felt the internal wriggling again. But this time he was closer, meaning the pulling was stronger. And though all the blood behind her muscles was safe, the blood between her muscles and skin wasn't. And it was looking for the path of least resistance...

All of her scars opened at once, and though a tiny fraction of her blood was leaving her body and getting consumed, it was making him stronger, and the pain was making her weaker. At least, physically weaker. More blood flowed from her many open wounds even after Death Head had finished feasting, and now Natalie was coated head to toe in a thin film of blood that was supposed to replace what she lost but now only served to dredge up bad memories and blind her, as well as possibly make her details more visible to her enemy.

She was driven into the concrete, punched very hard, thankfully in the chest, and thrown by the hair, all the while she was screaming in distress and pain. But that was the drawback. Getting hurt only increased her fight-or-flight, animistic nature. Only increased her mindset of 'kill or be killed'. It only made her more dangerous. She landed in a crumpled heap, and didn't even bother getting back to her feet. She crawled towards Death Head on all fours. His height would now be a disadvantage, as she as so fast, and so low to the ground, that before he could attack her or even run through her, She stopped him in his tracks by merely grabbing his ankles once they got close enough. He could no longer move his legs. But before he decided to use his arms to harm her in some way, she yanked both his feet towards her, hopefully causing Death Head to lose balance. And for good measure, she squeezed both his ankles as hard as she could.

Anyone looking on would see a crazy, animal-eyed screaming woman, covered completely in blood, topple the hulking, skull-faced behemoth like he was made of paper mache.