She ducked a punch and flooded her body with adrenalin, then leveled a barrage of quick body blows to Paley's supplex's, trying to stun him long enough to get a good shot to his head. Paley seemed to ignore all pain and fought as if Keva hadn't touched him at all. The Berserker rage had fully taken him and she doubted if he even knew where he was, who he was fighting, or even what was at stake.

She remembered back to all the battels she had been in since she had been reborn as a Shape shifter. She thought of the burning of the City Under the Mountain, and how many vampires she had killed, not enough. She thought back to her fight with Setford. They could have been something special, he was cute and there was something about him, but he had rejected her. She didn't feel any remorse for punching him in the face, he deserved it after what he did to her. And she thought back to the fight with the Berserkers in the woods. They fought like Paley was fighting now, mindless, enraged, but not stupid, strong, with a determination of iron, with wills of steel. Paley would never stop, not until she made him stop.

Paley threw a wide sweeping punch at her head. She blocked the punch and grabbed his head and pulled him into a hip throw that sent him sprawling onto his back. She tried to stamp on his exposed neck, but Paley used the momentum of the throw and rolled away from her and launched a flying tackle at her which she was unable to block or dodge and was taken down to the ground.

Paley launched a series of punches to her face and mid-section. Keva could see no reason in his eyes. All he knew was the fight. Keva blocked him as best she could as she thought back to that fight with William. She had wanted to hurt him, to maul him, to disfigure him in any sort of way possible. Setford, the dumbass, and to his credit, didn't rise up to take the bait. He had been shocked and genuinely felt sorry for hurting her. At the time that had made her even more pissed.

Keva lifted her hips and kicked Paley off her by twisting her body and gripping his wrists, rolling out of underneath him and landing a double kick to his midsection to drive him backwards.

She had wanted to do nothing but rip this guy to shreds since she laid eyes on him. She wanted to kill him for Erato, to see him dead for imprisoning her in the first place. As she watched Paley lift himself up from the snow and circle around the outer portion of the circle, her eyes swept over Huan Li. The old man stood against the biting wind and freezing rain, his eyes open and steady as he watched. For the first time, she didn't see judgment in those dark, aged, eyes. She only saw observance, and maybe…acceptance?

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Keva almost got punched in the face for being distracted but was able to whip her head back and instead caught only a glancing blow to her snout.

She refused to slow down, and instead used her biofeed back to flood her body with more adrenalin and endorphins. Paley was acting like a machine that had full power and all the gas it needed. Keva threw out her claw and raked down over Paley's chest, trying to rip out his heart, leaving deep gashes in his skin that spewed blood. Paley lurched back and drove his fist into her side.

Keva saw the blood cool and freeze almost immediately, leaving only the immediate spray coloring the nearby snow red. That snow that would never be white again, it could be covered up, melted, absorbed and taken in by the soil or washed away by the hard freezing rain, but that patch of snow would always and forever be red, and nothing could take that stain away.

Keva blocked and dodged and gave as good as she got. The pain from her injuries was not slowing her down, as an Enforcer she was able to control her biochemical make up and she was feeding her body adrenaline and dopamine at a steady pace, keeping her body free of nagging pain, her senses sharp, and boosting her natural strength.

Keva fought as she always had, she fought with her rage, and she held her objective in her mind, Paley's death. The red snow swam up in her mind again. No matter what she did here, Erato would still be dead. Paley's death would not bring her back, it would only open another wound, another source of pain. Javier had told her what he had gone through with Yrsa, a prisoner in a much better situation than she found herself and the rest of her pack in, but a prisoner, none the less. He had told her that as he interacted with Yrsa, the one thought that came back to him, time and again was that he was not a monster. No matter what Yrsa did to him, or thought about him, he refused to be the monster that she saw him as.

Paley punched at her and Keva saw the opening. The idiot had made a mistake that she took full advantage of. She caught Paley's fist as he threw the punch at her head. She grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground over her hip, keeping an iron grip on his wrist and pressed her foot into his neck, pinning him to the ground.

Keva held Paley's arm. She could kill him. It would finally be over and Erato could rest peacefully knowing that her death had been avenged. Keva looked down at the struggling Berserker as he writhed and kicked under her foot. She tugged up on his arm, hearing sinew and tendons strain and creak against the pressure of being tugged, close to ripping and separating.

His death wouldn't bring Erato back. Keva had seen Yrsa kill a man in this very circle. She was now the clan chieftainess. Keva could see Setford as if he was standing in the crowd. How would he react to her killing this man? She glanced over at her packmates. There was no judgment there, only acceptance. Acceptance of death? Acceptance of fate? Acceptance of judgement?

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