Lady Maria HP: 5
Roll to hit: 8
Roll to damage: 15-7=8

Maria screamed in absolute, nigh infinite pain as the rifle she thought would never hit her did, and in the worst place imaginable. Crimson spattered the clean, white wall behind her, painting it with blood and gore. The girl still hung onto her with that disfigured arm, pinning her to the wall.

Maria’s nethers were completely gone; obliterated into a red mist. Her legs were barely attached to her body, hanging on to her hips by a few sinews and ligaments. The flesh at the bottom half of her body was torn open by the bullet, leaving a massive bullet wound where her crotch should have been.

Maria saw the girl’s eyes widen in lust… bloodlust. Maria was powerless, only able to move her arms and head, since her lower body was blown to bits. It was around this time when Maria knew that she was going to die. Despite the brutality she had wreaked upon this beast-girl, she was still standing, and still just as violent.

Maria, on the other hand, had no such primal instinct of violence… or so she thought. Still, she also had no way of standing, the only thing keeping her eye-level with the girl was the girl pinning her to the wall with a shadow arm.

Maria never thought she would have to do this. Even though she hadn’t talked to any scholars of Byrgenwerth, she knew the old adage, and it was her duty to pass it on with her last dying breath.

Maria pulled the girl close, to the girl’s surprise, evidently. In a low whisper, Maria repeated the old adage.

“F...Fear the O…Old Blood.”

And with the last of her strength, Maria sighed, and bit into the girl’s neck with all of her might.