But now it's creepy time![html]
As Hybrid moved, the girl moved; when she realized she had wounded him, she thrashed and attacked again with renewed vigour. He had reacted poorly, as a novice would, to her attack. He had even thought how he was reacting the same way she had (through chaos) and that she was a novice. His ineptitude was beginning to show; he was not suited for this kind of toying. His entire fighting style was tailored to his goals, which were usually very basic and focused on one thing: eliminating his opponent. Clearly, he would have to improve his techniques if a young, female wolf who had barely seen the light of battle could wound him like this.
He retreated, trying to separate himself from this unworthy woman. She did not deserve the kind of mercy he was giving her – not now, at least. But soon, it would be worth it; Hybrid just had to have patience. Hybrid’s legs carried him just far enough away from the pale woman that he could retreat or attack. While he had thrown himself off her, her claws had caught some of his fur and skin (and Hybrid missed it already). But he moved quickly, trying to avoid her limbs and claws and teeth. He was somewhat successful, but his body ached all over. Her frenzied, last-ditch attack had worked, and Hybrid was rather bitter about it. Although his legs were bleeding and his face was a swollen, red mess, he knew he still had the upper hand.
“Run away, little kitty,” he said at last, once he was certain it was safe to speak. “Hide, little kitty,” he added, grinning madly. The movement tore at his wounds and he could feel the skin by his maw beginning to split. He began to laugh, amused that he was giving himself the canine version of a Glasglow smile. He would look so pretty for his little kitty.