I don't see a drop of blood on him so I'm happy.
But she still deserves to die!
By my hands!
Mercedes shifts on the floor and growls at me furiously.
I back away from everyone so I don't injure any innocents, Mercedes follows with bloodlust.
I growl in anger; I may have willingly walked myself off the plank, but now I was back and ready for death.
Mercedes snaps her teeth at me, but I dart out of the way; I've never been given real fighting training but have been able to stand up for myself in a fight- my wolf was smaller than average but I was quick and sneaky.
Each time Mercedes darted towards me to the kill, I would jump out of the way and swipe at her snout; blood now seeping from the claw marks I've made.
My technique is keep the opponent busy and wear them out until I get the chance to take them down.
For ten long minutes I toy around with Mercedes' patience; pushing her to the limit, before I see her begin to sag.