The kick sent Rizx flying into the wall, knocking out all the air in her lungs as she collapsed bonelessly on the floor.

She laid there gasping for breath, lungs burning as she desperately struggled to draw air back in, ignoring everything going on around her as she rolled onto her back, arching it desperately, clawing at her own throat. Somehow a wisp of air made it in as spots appeared in her eyes, and it was enough to get her into a ragged coughing jag.

Rizx laid there, spent, hearing the guard yelling, feeling the ache in her side where he'd kicked her, the pain in her back and the slowly fading burn in her lungs still, then ran her tongue over her sharp, pointy teeth. No matter what, that guard was dying, tonight, with his throat in her mouth. She could already taste the iron in his blood...