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Fiona let him come at her, taking her to the ground, her hand sweeping back over her hip. She'd have to time this perfectly if she wanted to get out alive. The weight of his body hit her like a truck, and she easily bent backward to the floor. He was close, face to muzzle, and she could smell nothing but his feral breath, see nothing but his gleaming teeth. She stared into his lupine eyes, knowing full well he could see every fear, doubt, and maybe even a glimmer of excitement, and stabbed up into the muscled meat of his side with the weapon she had concealed in her clothes, the prongs driving hard between his ribs.