In his arms
Nafele wept, watching the dragon charging through the sky, using the wind planes to increase his speed, as he forced himself faster, desperate to reach April in time, but Nafele knew he wouldn't, not without her help if only she could get out of Tawhirimatea's grasp, long enough to cast a storm.
The cunning wind woman swiftly stomped her stiletto clad heel down, right onto Tawhirimatea's barefoot, at the same time throwing her head back, hearing a satisfying crunch from his nose, but the brute didn't yell or flinch, he didn't even acknowledge her vicious low blows, merely tightening his muscular arms, enfolding her firmly in his embrace.
"Mutu te wahine uaua!" He ordered grimly (Stop struggl