not really sure about this post, so tell me if I need to change it to make it seem more logical. Also, I think he has like a dagger and a knife?
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While the wolf's dagger was stilled by the small brown coyote, Ataxia moved forward to attack him once more. She was not successful; his back legs kicked at her face and his claws scratched new marks into her snout. She yelped and stepped backward, allowing the more experienced warrior to deal with him.
The hybrid licked the blood dripping from her snout, then turned to inspect the wound on her back. With each movement it seemed to open up and spill more blood upon her coat, but there was no way to close the wound while she was in her halfling form. All she could do was lick away the blood and try to ignore the pain.
When she had turned her head to face the melee, she saw that the wolf was on his back and appeared not to be moving. The hybrid gave a low growl of pleasure at this sight, grinning with blood-stained teeth. She approached him from his side - not wanting to repeat the mistake she made last time - and stiffened as if she was prepared to attack at any sign of life.
His hand moved first, trying to get a grip so he could pull himself up. Ataxia's yellow eyes locked on him. She moved to pin him with her weight so he would have difficultly getting away, with some success - she might not weigh much in lupus form, but the weight of her halfling form was enough to give him pause. "You fucking wolf," She spat out her anger, saliva dripping from her maw. "You think your god and your weapons will protect you," Any other fighter might have realized the folly in underestimating one's opponent while they were down, but Ataxia was inexperienced and wanted to gloat before she offed him. "Where is he now? Where are your comrades, your brothers in arms? Why aren't they helping you?" She grinned, tongue lolling out. "They're all dead, and your useless god was powerless to stop us."
Fury flashed in the male's green eyes. "Traitor!" He cried. While she had been gloating, he had just enough to time wrap his fingers around the hilt of the knife in his belt. "You'll burn in hell with the coyotes!" With that statement, he pulled the knife out and plunged it into her side.
Ataxia cried out. All her fears and anxiety rushed through her at once, leaving her unable to move as he prepared another strike.
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