Taalia Giovanni
Taalia hissed loudly as those claws raked across her arm. The screech of talons against the steel of her mail armor filled the shepardess' ears, while the hot pain shot through her body and elicited a pained, teeth-gritted grimace from the girl.
It hurt. It bloody, damn well hurt. Already she could feel her blood seeping into her shirt and armor, the scent of iron in the air. But, the ex-slave was made of sterner stuff. The sharp pain of claws in her flesh harkened back to the lash of the ratmen, as Taalia clenched her jaw and swiftly drew her shield off of her back and shoved it right against Margot to pin her to the ground, using both her strength, leverage and her weight.