[i]-CLANG!-[/i]

A suggestion of a sword strikes a mountain. The impact carries down his arm. The note lingers in his ears, louder than her blade pounding the earth. The blow will land a step away from where she meant it to. Just as he will step, and untwist from the parry, and she will not have a hand free to stop him. She will fall. He will soar.

All flowing from that one, beautiful clang. 

It will not be enough to end this. It cannot be enough to end this. The stab is full of joy, of thrill, of light, of hunger. The pounding heart that courses through her has yet to drink its fill. It cannot be enough to end this. She will still be awake.

She will hear his laugh.

“Another!”

The grin is full of teeth and triumph, breath and bite.

“Let’s have another dance, khan!”

The boy, the body, the blade, flickering, flicking, [i]feverish[/i]

“Come on! The hunt’s still young!”

[Rolling to [b]Entice[/b] the wolfgirl: 2 + 3 - 1 = 4, a foxy number]