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Instincts hits to buck, each movement, seems to cause the creature to sink it's claws deeper. Darcy's mind's trying it's best to not let rage take control of the situation. Her internal conflict seems bigger than the actual physical conflict. It wasn't long until a sharp bite broke her train of thought. 

She bucked harder then rolled, the grip lightened but not enough. Atleast something worked. More bucking was attempted, then swift turns alongside the occasional roll. If rage can autopilot it would be this. The creature must have gotten vertigo because it just plopped to the floor, disoriented not knowing where to go and tumbling over.

Darcy was too pissed to exactly tell what was on the ground but she stomped and stomped until the gurgling turned into wet cruchung sounds. 

She calmed down. Slowly getting clarity. Without giving herself much of a chance to dwell, she walked away insearch of a watersource to wash up.