Shula made a choking sound, feeling the wind leave her lungs. When he moved off of her she flipped herself over, holding her stomach and taking shallow breaths in an attempt to get her to breathe again. She hadn’t expected herself to be this bad in a fight against one of the hunters, but then again she had been weakened by lack of proper nourishment and sleep.<br/><br/>She felt like a dog right now. She could even imagine the hunters in their little rooms placing bets on which one would win, sipping scotch and laughing at the poor mutt that had no chance of winning. It infuriated her to no end but a little part of her just wanted to give up. To lay on the ground and stop this madness. That was until Faelan opened his mouth again.