The 'Deer's teeth, if you could even call such a twisted abomination a deer anymore, plunged through her armour. The thick leather of the Ardent Bear stopped them from piercing too deep, as she could only feel the tip of a few barely grazing her skin. The most that was being stabbed and shredded was her bare fist, as her armour stopped at her wrists. But that wasn't the bad part.
Wrenching her hand back, Belladonna dragged the 'Deer' along with it, as it kept its throaty jaws clamped tight around her arm, pinning her in place as one of its herd members lined itself up and charged forwards again, it's silver horns lowered and ready to skewer her.
She sent a hail of punches, palm strikes and elbows into the 'Deer's face, trying to get it to release her. She even jammed her thumb into its eye, hoping the pain would push it over the edge, yet her thumb plunged into it easily like it was thick jelly and not a functioning eyeball, and not even a grunt of pain came from the 'Deer'.
