Cora hit the ground hard, her teeth rattling as soon as her head collided with the dirt. She could feel Cyclone gnawing at her neck, desperately trying to draw her blood. The onyx burned. It burned more than it ever had, but it was not painful, it was welcome, and she felt it's strength surge through her body. She beat at the beast on top of her, her hands hitting from every angle she could muster. Though he wasn't breaking her skin, Cyclone would not let go of, and the weight of him on top of her was crushing her. She was struggling to breathe and failing to loosen his grip around her neck. Her eyes were beginning to droop, and her fists fell to her sides. The storm over head was breaking loose and she knew that if she died, so would her people here on land. She whispered a prayer
