Going to be a little risky with this final War of Nytefall: Savagery teaser. I wanted to include a battle, but nearly all of them are plot central. They either reveal a secret of Mestra or the fate of a character. This one is the safest, which isn’t saying much. Only reason it can be done is because Mab in this only Dawn Fang that can’t be killed off due to her showing up in Legends of Windemere. Had to edited this a bit to hide a few plot facts though. Hope you enjoy!
Mab has become a storm of primal fury. No longer able to use words, she speaks in snarls and hisses as she constantly charges and slashes at Alastyre. Her hair has grown down to her ankles and is a tangled mess that holds several pieces of dried meat. A wild, ravenous look is in her eyes, which are partially covered by greasy bangs. There are faint scars around her lean body from where she has recently sliced off her flesh to avoid succumbing to starvation. Standing in contrast to her ragged tresses, the patches of new skin have a smooth, pristine appearance that glows whenever she moves into the light. The burglar’s teeth are slightly yellow and her claws have developed a more significant curve due to her self-cannibalism, which has left her body desperate for real nourishment. Only those who know it is Mab in the first place can be sure of her identity while all others mistake her for a crazed Dawn Fang who has been raised far away from civilization.
Regardless of her decrepit appearance, the burglar moves with a speed and grace that keeps her enemy on the defensive. While the cuts she inflict are healed quickly, she proves to be nearly impossible to hit. By the time Alastyre has thrown his punch, Mab is somewhere else and he can feel one of her claws sink into his flesh. He attempts a wide swing with his arms going out to both sides to prevent her from dodging, but she ducks into a crouch and pounces to furiously bite into his face. Shocked by the pain, the hunter catches her by the waist and hurls her through the ceiling. With blood slipping into his mouth, he leaps after her to deliver a punch that sends the woman to the top floor of the fortress. Mab bounces a few times and coughs up bits of bone, but her injuries heal so quickly that she is back to full strength by the time she is standing. Amazed by her increase in power, Alastyre grins and charges forward only to be tripped by a foot that briefly emerges from his shadow. Stumbling towards the Dawn Fang, he rears back to smash her with his head, but sees that she is sprinting into his attack. At the last moment, she mimics his movements, but with more momentum behind her blow, and their skulls collide with an echoing crash.
“It would be amusing if I’m to be killed by you before Clyde returns,” Alastyre says with a smile. He darts to the side to avoid a clumsy slash, his attention mostly on how her partially crushed skull is regenerating. “I wonder if this is what you will be forever. How much use can you be to him if you’re nothing more than a rampaging beast? Perhaps he will keep you around as a pet instead of putting you out of your misery. After all of the horrible things you’ve done to yourself, I can’t see how you can go back to the woman you once were.”
“No . . . talk,” Mab snarls in a hoarse voice.
The Dawn Fang takes a step back and becomes a blur of motion that travels around the edge of the room. Shutters are closed and candles are snuffed out to plunge the battlefield into darkness. The only light comes from narrow slits in the walls, but it is not enough to help Alastyre keep track of his enemy. He can hear movements coming from different corners of the hallway, which makes him think she is popping in and out of shadows. A slash to his side cuts deep, but he is quick enough to twist away before she can dig out any of his organs. Another attack pierces his thigh and he tries to counter with a short punch that finds empty space. When he steps towards the windows, he is driven back by a flurry of toe-first kicks to his chest. The hunter closes his eyes to reduce his disorientation and waits for Mab’s next move, which he feels coming thanks to a tiny push of air against his face. Ducking to the side to narrowly avoid the stab meant for his forehead, Alastyre catches her elbow and yanks her out of the shadows. The Dawn Fang wriggles free, but he wraps her mass of tangled hair around his other hand. With a glee-filled roar, the hunter swings her like a snarling mace to reduce the shutters into splinters and fill the hallway with sunlight.