Adrenaline surging through her veins, Eirika leaped forward with a mighty shout. She charged through the wolves surrounding her, attempting to dart past. The ring broke for a moment, the wolf-beasts briefly faltering in the face of this sudden resolve.
Eirika ran. Her life depended on it. All she could do was flee -- that was her last hope.
But it was in vain.
Even as she fled, one of the wolves sprang upon her back. Its weight knocked Eirika to the ground, and soon others were upon her as well. They pawed and clawed at her clothes and armor, tearing them off. Their eyes gleamed with a cruel intelligence, and the wicked creatures leered hatefully at her soft, smooth, alabaster skin.
Eirika whimpered, feeling the weight of the beasts upon her back and their claws digging into her skin. Tears welled up in her eyes as she heard the wolves jeering and howling in their vulgar, despicable manner. She was disarmed and stripped naked by the wicked cunning of these creatures, and she no longer had the strength to fight. She was spent, utterly and completely.
Her death was near, this she knew.
Then she heard the beasts quiet down, as though some mockery of order had been established among them, and the wolves began to...
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