The Lykoi grinned fiercely as her knife met with flesh, causing a tearing sensation in the other's arm; the Soul pulled away from her like a coward, checking her arm - Sepirah snarled, the heat of battle flooding her eyes and mind and causing her to see weakness as the Soul woman checked her wounds in the midst of the fight - only a weak wolf would do such a thing, in Sepirah's mind.
"And it'd be too much to ask of a Soul to show any intelligence," she said, her voice dripping with acid. It was not the jackal's fault that the woman was too stupid to carry any weapons with her, or show any true experiences with fights before picking one with a stranger - but then again, she supposed, this wolf was a special type of moron.
She lunged again, this time aiming her swift knife for the belly, where it would hurt the most and perhaps scare off the impudent wretch; she called her stupid, and yet picked a fight with her, an armed canine.