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[/html]There was a flurry of movement. In these few seconds, Hybrid’s fangs managed to penetrate her flesh, drawing blood. He did not have time to consider the implications of this: the joy he felt when he tasted the blood of an enemy, or the guilt when he realized it was the blood of Inferni hot on his fangs. However, he did reason that she had drawn first blood. It was her choice, and if she wanted to truly experience what a fight was like on four legs was like, Hybrid would be obliged to show her.
Halo twisted away, making Hybrid’s attack much worse. Perhaps she did not notice the pain, for she quickly lunged at Hybrid’s back. He wasn’t sure where she was aiming, but he did not want to find out. He quickly threw all of his weight at her, trying to shoulder her to the ground. As he lunged at her, he could see her lash out with her back legs, trying to kick him. Probably in the eyes. He was glad he hadn’t been there for that. As he tried to barrel into her, he twisted, trying to get his claws on top of her. Although the angle was awkward, it would be better than having her biting his back legs. He couldn’t remember why, but his back right leg was covered in a web of scars, probably from some fight in the past.