She refused to give up. Although Hybrid could understand her will to fight, he did not like it any more. Even though he had been in a similar situation -- fighting for his life with every tooth and claw, it certainly made things more difficult for him. He then realized he was beginning to admire her prowess; this was unacceptable. Had she been a coyote, it would have been understandable, for coyotes were fearsome warriors. But this woman was a filthy Dahlian wolf. Even though they had faced one another before, he should not be trying to admire or respect her. Self-loathing gave him renewed vigour, as Hybrid became more determined to win this fight and prove to himself that he was the more fearsome warrior. It was she who should admire him, not the other way around.
Hybrid roared in triumph when he felt his claws rake across her neck. He felt her body begin to sag with fatigue. He pulled back his clawed paw and ducked low, trying to push her over on to her back. At the last moment, he felt her teeth close around his neck, scraping his windpipe. He wheezed and tried to push her back again, attempting to use brute force to topple her over. He tried to meet her bite with one of his one in an attempt to bite out her eyes.
