Rose, despite her dazed brain, was managing to still hold her own. To shield the onslaught of nails and fists with the might from nowhere, she managed to throw her off. Thrusting her with her body and every ounce of strength she could muster, back against the far side with a dramatic crashing noise. Clambering to her feet and sliding her arms across the bunkers, trying to pull her weight up and looking for anything to grab in defense. Rose’s hands caught on smooth objects, knocking things out of reach desperately. Her hands scrambling in fear but unable to really grasp anything of value that may help her.
Morag was back against her, arms around her neck, trying to choke her, trying to pull her down. They stumbled, tripping over discarded items in the dark and Rose was thrown to the corner
