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Ivy stared out at the large dogs, snarling and viscious. They could only be evil. Without much thought she grabbed her small dagger from her overskirt pocket, and lunged at one of the dogs nearing to Melody. She screamed as she watched the blood pour forth from the dog whilst she stabbed away at it. She wouldn't allow herself to think, but instead just focused on her hand thrusting forward and striking the wolf, until it drew breath no longer. Surely she could not have just killed a wolf on her own?
She backed away slowly, panting, and staring at the dead beast as if half-expecting it to spring back to life and make an attack. Behind her another wolf drew near her small frame. She heard the soft snarl and the heat of its breath. The fur on her feet stood on end, as she cautiously turned around to face the menace. Ivy fought herself, trying not to scream in her fright. She was nearly under the wolf, but her brain didn't seem to let her know emotion. Behind her she heard Tom screaming at her. 'Stab it, Ivy! Quick!' The wolf held up a clawed paw and swiped at her face, she felt nothing - a miss. Her hand clutched the dagger, and Ivy closed her eyes as the blade punctured the wolf's chest. It staggered back, and Ivy managed to run away before it got back up.
She instinctively hid herself behind a bush and breathed heavily, gasping for breath. She looked down at her dagger and winced, seeing the dripping blood from the blade. She wiped it off in the grass, and wondered if she had gotten any wounds herself. Wiping away the sweat from her forehead she noticed a bit of blood on her hand when she brought it down. It was nothing much, and for that she was very thankful, but all at once those feelings her brain would not let her feel came rushing back at her. Her head stung like fire, and she was glad that she was already flat on the ground, for she felt if she wasn't she would have fell. A tear rolled down her face as she looked around, wondering how the others fared.
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