Fear brought the adrenaline whipping through her; she barely even saw what she attacked, barely even felt . . .

Until he thrust his weight into her and she toppled back, nearly going over as he caught her at an imbalanced moment.

She couldn't afford for him to get the upper edge again. There was a deep rasp in her throat, her head tossed . . . and from the darkness of her own wings, a multitude of silvery mirror shards flashed towards her opponent like small bullets.