Completed The Feline and the Snake. A Bite for Trickery.

[Samantha Grenth]

Samantha had her mouth open in a low growl as she was almost upon him. And then she realized the mistake of doing so. He froze for a couple seconds but soon coiled and landed a inhuman punch to her open jaw. There was a resounding 'CRACK' as her jaw snapped shut and possibly broke, was displaced, or was seriously bruised. But it didn't stop her rush. Though her jaw hurt she still collided with Svan. Her weight and momentum sending him back at least a couple meters, she really hoped that something was bruised on him...maybe even broken or rattled. Her vision went red with primal instinct. She kept her vision on him as she took a paw and pressed lightly on her chin. She winced a little but that only fulled the anger. Tigresses don't like being... upstaged by... 'humans'. Setting back her paw she passed back and forth watching him, her tail flicking quickly back and forth in her anger. Narrowed eye's watched him for any movements of aggression.

[Licearsvansan]

The first thing he felt was a numbness. A dull sensation that swept over his body as he was carried into the air. It wasn't new to Svan. At least not since coming to Aldavas. In the time that he had been in this city, Svan had almost spent so much time falling from place to place that he was now considering adding it to his morning exercizes just to get it out of the way with. In fact, if he didn't fall at least once in a day he would begin to wonder if he should throw himself out the nearest window just to keep the universe in order. His body hit the ground with a dull thud. Ow. For the briefest of moments he simply allowed himself to lie on the ground. He figured that if he never got back up, the world could never push him back down. That wouldn't work though. The world was crafty, and always found a way to win. Staying on the ground would only briefly delay the inevitable. Slowly Svan began to rise, arcing his back as if he was being brought back from the dead. He blinked dumbly as he stared at the tiger. What was I doing again? The tiger felt its jaw. It seems angry, almost as if- Svan turned to his left shoulder only to see that it was twisted in a disturbing manner. Oh yeah. THAT happened.

The next thing Svan felt was pain. Blinding, agonizing pain. It shot through like a bullet, and cut through his mental fog. Instinctivly Svan's right hand went to grip his shoulder, only to find his chest scream back in protest. Another way of pain roared through his body as he jerked back in shock. He let out a short swear and held his body still. Breathing heavily Svan cautiously began to flex and stretch the muscles in his body, analyzing the damage he had taken. It didn't take long for him to realize that his shoulder had been dislocated. The dhani drew a deep painful breath and reach accross to his left once again. Gripping tightly onto his arm, Svan twisted and pushed up towards the joint. He bit his lip in agony and tears lined his eyes, threatning to fall.

POP

The arm slipped back into socket and the snake cussed loudly enough for the entire city to hear. With the arm now in place, Svan let out a soft sigh of relief and refocused himself with the task on hand. The tiger seem angrier now, something that made Svan smile to himself. He was glad that he wasn't the only one who had suffered from their collision. An angry tiger however, was hardly an advantage for Svan. It was made even worse by the fact that his chest was certainly bruised, and his left arm was almost out of strength. As he was now, a strong blow from the left side could likely smash through his weakened guard and into his already weakened chest.

Svan needed a strategy now more than ever. Had this been a true fight, Svan would have aimed a right hook to break her already weakened jaw, and finished her off by snapping it in half. However such a move was not only risky, it would be completely against the rules they had agreed upon. That didn't mean that Svan hadn't gained any boon from stiking her. A wounded jaw meant weaker biting strength. Futhermore, a person deep in the depths of rage was often blind to the little things in battle. If he could mask his true intentions, then he might be able to turn the fight in his favor. However, for this to work the tiger had to be distracted, and this meant that Svan couldn't stand back any longer. Charging forward Svan sought to meet the tiger head on. The only thing he had done that had caught her attention was when he had held his ground. He could imagine how embarrasing it must feel for a might tiger to be wounded by a simple human. He figured that if that had gotten her this angry, then what he was about to do would make her downright furious. While he planned to meet her in close combat, he had no delusion of being able to overpower her. Despite his inferior strenght and speed, Svan still had the superior mobility. His two legs meant that he could stop and turn on a dime, but her four made it difficult to dodge or spin at any considerable speed. As he approached, Svan made a feign of pretending to try and lead with his left side, but immediate switched to favor his right when he was within striking range. Svan's plan was simple. He would dodge and parry her blows, letting her exuast her energy and fuel her anger. If Svan's skill in combat allowed, he would seize any large openings to deliver a light blow to her chest or stomache to tire her. He considered going for her jaw as well, but decided it would be best to play it safe and do his best to stay on her flanks. The tricky part was the range. He had to keep enough distance so that he could dance away from her attacks, but keep close enough so that she would be enticed to strike and couldn't break his guard with a pounce. So long as he kept close to her sides he felt that he could stay safe and dance a rough circle around her body without burning too much energy. At the very least he hoped, not as much energy as her.

[Samantha Grenth]

Samantha watched with sick satisfaction when Svan raised up and was in a sort of daze. And a sick predatory smile stretched her face when he popped his should back into place. His left arm was weak, he had a bruised chest, and definitely his back would be pretty sore. All she got out of the collision was a weak jaw. Samantha continued to watch Svan with mild interest and then was surprised when he started to charge the tiger. Samantha was tempted to pounce but she had too much of a chance to go flying over him. She was began to raise her chest up and bring a paw back to swipe at him. When he went to swipe on his left side she brought her right paw out to swipe at him and lunged. Only for him to fain that way and go to the right. Making her tumble a little to her right and miss him entirely. Rage swept through Samantha as she quickly got up lashing her heavy tail out to hit Svan if he was still near her left side. While it wouldn't do any real damage it had a chance of tripping him or possibly knocking the wind out of him. Just depended where and if it hit him. Samantha turned her full boy to the left after rising to her feet and this time she set up with her hind quarters up in the air. Her ears pulled back as a low snarl breathed out of her. Her tail whipped back and forth quicker and more... annoyed than before. Samantha thought over what she could do and finally made up her mind. Rising slowly to her feet she began to prowl towards Svan. In her mind she knew she didn't want to kill him. But she did want to leave a mark... a nice one that would stay with him forever. Her mouth stayed open and a little bit of drool fell from it, no sounds came from it but her ears stayed back on her head. Ready for him to make a move. What she want to do was push him back into the rock. Let him think he had the height advantage but then take out one of his legs. She could wait to attack but she didn't know if she could ignore the pestering attacks he feigned at her. He was worse than fleas, she concluded.

[Licearsvansan]

The air whipped and a blast of fur slammed into Svan's face. He stumbled backwards, a look of surprise on his face. The dhani turned to spit a wad of orange fur to the ground and spun back just in time to get another mouthful of cat hair as it crossed back behind her. This one, Svan spat at her eye.

Svan watched cautiously as the tiger crouched low, and he braced himself for the pounce he knew was coming. However, it never came. Instead the tiger rose and began stalking towards him predatory manner. Svan took another step back, intimidated by the tigers approach. He knew tigers were dangerous enough, but there was something different to this. A certain human air of aggression and vengeance no animal possessed hung in the aura around the tiger. Part of Svan's mind wanted desperately to flee, but he forced himself forward. He tried again and again to flank her and wear her down, but she seemed less interested in attacking as she did in simply driving him back. Towards the rocks? But why? Surely a tiger could would rather fight on even ground than risk giving her foe the advantage. She was either bolder of more cunning than Svan was giving her credit. He made a note in his head not to underestimate her.

Slowly the pair worked their way towards the rock. Svan's weak punches bounced harmlessly off the tiger's muscular and furry body. All the while he clumsily moved his body out of harm's way as she drove him towards the rocks. She expects me to move. She knows I won't just stand still and let myself get pinned, so she must be waiting. However, she doesn't know WHEN I'll make my move. The dhani kept this thought firmly in his mind as he stepped back. Like the snake he was, Svan waited patiently. The closer he got to the rock, the more predictable an attempt to escape would be. However, if he dashed too early he would have to outrun a tiger, a feat he was not confident he could accomplish. Unfortunately, this meant that Svan would need an opening. An opening large enough to allow Svan to turn his back on an 8 foot tiger. Just as Svan was growing disillusioned with his plan, the chance appeared. Svan leapt at it like a beast freed from its cage. He acted as if going for yet another punch, but then pivoted his body and shot off to the side of the small cliff where it was lowest. Catching the side of the rock with his hand, Svan swung himself onto its gravel-covered surface. His leg pushed against granite, but his feet slid with the pebbles below. Much to the dismay of Svan, the rock beneath wasn't exactly a place for sure footing. In truth, it was a rather poor place to stage a fight against a beast for a number of reasons. Shaped as a small cliff, the rocks were low on one side, and high before dropping off suddenly on the other. To fight from the south meant that Svan would be driven down and forced to fight uphill without the aid of any traction. An attempt to hold the ground to the north meant that one risked being driven off the edge, and he knew all to well that the tiger's massive paws would be the only one to find any traction on this rock. "Just perfect", Svan groaned. Mindful of the edge, Svan moved towards the center of the rock. Svan felt that the footing was better here, and he wasn't close enough to the edge for any pesky tigers to yank him down. Despite this the dhani still felt his foot sliding on the loose gravel, and ice-slicked rock. It will have to do for now, Svan told himself. Svan sank low with his cloak falling over his body. Underneath and hidden from view, he made motions against the rock as if lifting pebbles and rocks to throw, but his true intention was no such thing. Instead he reached for his water flask and unscrewed the large cap. He could feel the bite of the ice water as the cold air seeped out of the flask. If she remained below, He would simply toss rocks, pebbles, and chuncks of ice at her until she joined him on the rock or fled. The moment she was on the rock close enough to Svan, he would douse her with the best and longest splash of water he could manage. What Svan didn't think of was how much looser his footing would become once the already slick boulder was covered in water. Still, he had fought tooth and nail to gain this spot, and he would be petched before he gave it up before he got at least SOME use out of it. He made a few more motions against the ground, fully conscious of the tiger that lurked nearby. He had endured a bruised back, dislocated shoulder, wounded chest, and a mucked up face, but this time it was his turn. The stage was set, the props readied, and the actors had taken their places.

Face shadowed deep beneath his black hood, Svan let a wicked and fanged grin creep across his face Now all that's left- the snake mused -is to begin the show.

[Samantha Grenth]

Samantha ignored the weak lunges and punches he made at her but every time her got close enough she would make a biting motion to his arm, never quite actually going to grab it. When he actually lunge closer she was setting him to pin him but he quickly pivoted and sent her into the ground. Quickly getting up and shaking as much dirt as she could from herself she turned her attention to the sound of loose rocks. Samantha couldn't see him from his position but she could hear rocks and other things moving. And even caught the faint sound of sloshing water. Looking up she glared, he was going to toss water onto her. 'What, do I really need a ba... yeah, I guess now I do.' Samantha continued to lurk closer but slower plotting what she could do. There wasn't much she could do. She could jump up onto the cliff or she could ram into it. There was loose gravel from what she could see. She would be able to cling to it with trouble but Svan was not barefoot. His traction would be crap. Dropping herself she prepared to jump. She had to time it perfect or else she would fall short and ran into the rock or she would over shoot it. Shacking off the thoughts she made a jump for the ledge. Her claws caught in the rock only to discover ice. Ice that was cracking under the intuitions in some of the weak points. Samantha tried to get her eye's on Svan but from what she could see he was more towards the center and she had little time before the ice cracked and she fell. Pulling her self as much as she could Samantha growled. She was able to get all but one leg on before the ice her claws had been hold onto gave way. Samantha stumbled and lost her other back leg over the edge and attempted to grab at the rock to keep from falling off. She was able to catch herself but one of her claws, as she could painfully feel it, was being ripped out. Crying out in pain Samantha had either the choice to drop, risk the claw and pull herself up, or wait for Svan to make a move. None of which she wanted to do so she hooked her feet under the edge and pushed. Allowing her body to fall on the edge. Samantha felt valuable but she was bleeding from her right paw as a claw loosely hung, her jaw hurt, and she was sure she had scratched her stomach on the rock. In front of her was Svan but Samantha needed to gather herself again. So she laid mostly on the edge but her legs hanged loosely off, her front paws still stuck in the rock but not with as much grip, and her head lay facing Svan with pained growls and huffed breathes coming out. Samantha hated that fact that she was open to Svans attacks but if he came in reaching distance she could easily swat at him. Or she could waddle the rest of herself on the rock before settling herself and pouncing. Formulating a small plan she let her body shift. Instead of the tiger now laid a naked, dirty, panting woman. She could easily shift back but she wanted to use her body to her advantage. Though the cold, icy, rocky ground was annoying. Carefully dragging herself onto the rock she sat as if she was in a skirt and panted. Glancing down Samantha growled. Her chest and legs were scrapped. Red rivets that had dirt and water ran down her breasts and stomach. Her thighs didn't fair any better. Snapping her face to Svan she let out a growl. Daring him to come closer. While she might be in her human form at this point..she was still dangerous. They both were set-up for each other's plans. All that was needed was for the other player to move and make their mark.

[Licearsvansan]

Svan winced as he saw the flesh part ways with the tigers claw. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She looked like she was in pain, she HAD to be. Claws just don't bend that way. Still, she hadn't batted an eye when he had popped his shoulder, and had she forgotten how she had-Wait. Is she back in her human form? Oh my- This is- Haha! Svan laughed outloud. Does she- does she really think I'm gonna go all soft just cause she looks like a human?! I've eaten CHILDREN before lady, I'm certainly not going to hold back just cause you have a pair fleshy balloons swinging bare on your chest. In fact- Svan pulled out the large flask he stored his water in. He swung the flask in wide arcs, letting the frigid water fall out like a thick rain over her bare human skin -I do believe you have made my job easier. In her tiger form, her fur might have offered resistance to the ice water. However, without such coverings and a smaller body to soak, his plot to freeze her became even more effective. It might seem underhanded to her, but to Svan, it was actualy making the fight more fair. His cold blooded body was slowed by the frost air, but now that she was as drenched as he, they would suffer the winds together. "I'm terribly sorry madam, but I'm afraid we are all out of hot water for you bath. Svan smiled in sadistic delight, "Oh don't give me that look, at least its not frozen. After all, we all know how well you fair with ice" Svan morphed a claw onto his hand to remind her of the one she had broken. He held the sole finger to his mouth and batted his eyes innocently. At least it might seem innocent if the finger he had morphed had not been the middle.

Svan moved backwards, taking special care to stay out of clawing range. His hands gripped his chest, still laughing Step one complete. Now...what was step two again?

[Samantha Grenth]

Samantha's eyes narrowed when he laughed. The snake laughed. Samantha wanted nothing more than to rip his vocal cords out at that point. Samantha growled in a fit of anger when the snake then splattered water over her. Her skin instantly rising in rivets of goosebumps. While the temperature around her was cold enough to freeze the water on rocks...Samantha's body was used to the colder whether. In fact, her body didn't work all too well in the heat, so she traveled to colder places during the summer. Samantha's body would now work double time to keep it's heat, in turn feeding it's self more energy. While it was work to warm her up she knew she wouldn't have the same amount of energy she would have had if he hadn't thrown the water on her. When the snake spoke again Samantha was struggling not to kill him. As in she was physically holding herself back from launching at him and taking the killing blow to his stomach and throat. Samantha raised the hand that had the broken nail. Blood ran down her arm but she simply raised her other hand and paused. Looking to the snake she licked the blood back to the source. She paused right as she reached the nail. Locking eye's with him she took her other hand and ripped off the nail. A sharp pain ran through her as she through the nail off in a random direction. Samantha had felt it as it was pulled from her skin and as she had thrown it that it was no longer a human nail. But a tigers claw, the magic no longer ran though it. "I would love to see how you fair with it Snake." She smiled a mocking smile letting her abnormally sharp teeth show. "And you waste your words. Insults... more like the bite an annoying fawn before it's eaten." Samantha licked her lips and studied the snakes neck. It was long...and she could see his pulse running slow. Samantha smiled coily as she realized her dear snake was actually running on simple luck. "How much more water you have? I'm kind of thirsty." She mused. Mocking his lack of natural attacks. Environment her ass, he was border-line cheating. But it didn't bother her. If he crossed the line she could simply eat him. She hadn't had snake before...maybe it tasted like chicken. Samantha noticed he was backing up and shook her head, tsking and shaking her nailless finger which was bleeding even more than before. "Now now, weren't you even taught not to run from danger?" Her voice lowered as she waited until she finished before she shifted back. Stretching out and testing her now slightly colder body she steadied herself. Lowing herself in a aggressive position as she tried to decide if she wanted to pounce or charge. If she pounced he would either be forced off the rock or landed onto, or she could charge and knock him back again. Either looked go to her. Pausing she studied the snake. Under his cloak was a backpack or sorts. There had to be. She was cold, not really, and he had a cloak. Why not share the wealth. Deciding upon herself Samantha extended her claws and pounced letting her claws extend before her. If she didn't move out of the way his front side would be clawed. Possibly unhooking the cloak. If he turned his cloak would get ripped from her claws. If he ran off the sides he would likely fall and injure himself more than the part of her claws would as they caught the side exposed.

[Licearsvansan]

-Oh yeah. Net.

Svan mouth clamped shut in an instant, cutting a laugh in half. With hands already at his side in half-feigned chuckles, he was able to draw them quickly to his back. He had been waiting for this.

One hand clutched onto a purposely exposed edge of canvas, and the other pulled the cylinder of cloth off the straps that held it. Svan then moved the second hand to catch the other exposed edge, and looked up at the pouncing tiger. It was perfect. He had waited so long for this moment, and had feared that she would not take the bait. But here they were. Svan standing on the slope one to two meters below the pouncing tiger. It complete and utter perfection. He had never actualy wanted the high ground. In truth it had always been his plan to abandon it to her. Why? Well that was simple. He wanted her to POUNCE from it. His goal all along had been to get the tiger to pounce from the highest spot possible so that Svan would have to most time to make his move. Now she was stuck mid pounce, and last he checked, tigers had the ability to adjust how they landed, but not where. Unless she was part bird. She wasn't part bird was she? Svan shoved the thought from his mind, and swept the canvas out before the leaping tiger. She was about to learn the hard way what Svan had under his cloak as the underside of the canvas revealed a vine net poised to stike and hungry for tiger.

SURE it was bending the rules, but technicly the vines where 100% natural, and the canvas was no more manufatured that the clothes on his back. These tools did after all, come from the 'enviorment'.

For a second, Svan basked in the glory of a plan that was coming seemlessly together, but as the tiger met with the net and canvas the dhani realized one thing. Tigers are heavy. As she barreled through Svan's trap, he was sent crashing down to the hard rock when the tiger fell onto him. He winced as he felt the jagged rock digging into his back. Svan made a cut in the canvas with his claw and peaked through. He was immediately met with the sight of the tigers maw, and with a light squeek Svan shut the tear he had made in the cloth as if hoping the tiger would forget him.

To make matters worse, the net Svan had bought was of poor quality and while it would wrap, tangle and knot around a tiger's body, it wouldn't actualy restrain the tiger nearly as much as he had hoped. The best he could hope for was for the net to slow and tire the beast's movement...assuming he lived that long.

[Samantha Grenth]

Just before she was on him, the snake pulled a trick. A damn net. Was on the inside of his cloak... She did want the cloak but not like this. A vicous growl rose out of her as she rammed into it. But she was happy she had landed on the snake. She wanted to struggle.. oh how she wanted to. But she was familiar with nets. Damn hunters and their new tricks. The growl turned into a chuffle as Samantha decided she wanted to rest. Instead of struggling so much as a wild animal should with the net, Samantha laid down...on Svan. Letting her full wait pin the snake she let out a threatening growl, daring to try anything. She let him think she hadn't seen the small tear he had made in his clothing. She wasn't the dumb one here, as her would be soon reminded of again. Samantha didn't mind the net all too much as of yet... she had a meal under her and couldn't possibly restrain herself at this close of a distance. She wanted to tease him, show him who was the winner... and always would be. Instead of continuing to growl she did something as close to a purr as she could. Tigers can't really purr so the sound was more like a growl that could only be felt, and she cut it off and on. While it would feel like a purr if he listened real close he could hear the slight sound of a growl. While she worked on the false security she also nudged around the area his head could be. Trying to find where his neck was with out making it seem like that's what she was looking for. Once she found the spot she had been looking for, which mind you was hard to do at this angle, she let out a loud snarl before opening her mouth and letting pressure be placed where his neck and shoulder met. She wasn't trying to break through skin yet... but waiting to see if he would risk struggling while a predator had him by the neck. While her actions were not directly as hard as they could be because of the net, her jaws could easily still leave him a nice scar and she had the possibility of maybe snapping a couple of the vines. Samantha smiled a predator's calculating smile that was made only when they knew who was going to win... and who was going to make a nice meal.

[Licearsvansan]

Well things could always be worse. Svan thought to himself. He was trapped under a tiger, and worse yet he was trapped under its face. But at the very least she wasn't-OH GODS! She was laying her full weight into him. His chest kept from bursting only by his body's natural strength. Svan let out a raspy squeak similar to that of a chew toy that had breathed its last. Well at least- Svan felt the touch of razored teeth on his neck. Petch optimism!

Svan let out another squeak and instinct brought his hands to cup her head. For a second Svan worried that the tiger had forgotten the rules and had gone for a lethal stike, but then it hit him. She was toying with him. HIM! This little shyke thinks its all over. That she has won! Of all the miserable little, shyke eating, cur petching, braindead, stuck up, over-confident, two coppered, overgrown housecats... Svan was fuming with rage. Fine! You want to play little kitty? Then lets play, but first, I think you deserve a little lesson in what happens to overconfident little beasts. Svan let his mind slide over to his hands. Gone was the cat-like claw and in its place were several long hooked talons like those of a raptor. Stronger! Sharper! Longer! Svans channeled his anger to fuel his focus. Djed pored into his hand and ten neat 6 inch talons grew to consume each of his fingers ends. Svan lay still a moment, finalizing the strength of the jet-black daggers.

Then he made his move.

The right hand already on her head now began to dig into it. The fingers cut through the thin canvas like butter and buried under fur and into soft flesh. Of course this was just to anchor himself to her head should she draw away. His left swung behind her back and latched like a grapple to the net that surrounded her. Satisfied with the preperations of what was to come, Svan spoke in a cruel and mocking voice, "It seems that Daddy never taught the poor kitty how to fight now did he?! If he did, then poor dumb kitty wouldn't be so petching full of herself." On his right hand a finger sunk slightly into her temple. "Listen close and listen good cat, never, and I mean NEVER!" Svan dug the claw deeper. "-go for a bite without first pinning your foes arms to the ground." Svan words were from experience. Due to the dhani's poisonous fangs, they were prone to biting, and tended to learn early on that such moves left one's head exposed. Human's arent like deer, elk, or any other beast you hunt. If you kill a human, he is going to try to take you with him. And some humans have these fun little toys called daggers that can slide right into your neck even as you are chowing down on him. But thats not all! No, some humans can morph. Like me! And I can make all sorts of neat little things- like a six inch talon to dig right into your skull. But I wouldn't do that cause thats against our little rules. Svan slid his thumb over her eye. Svan was well aware of the danger he was in. All it would take was a slight adjustment of her fangs and a tight bite, but such a death would at the very least take a few moments. Unfortunately for her, a few moments was more than enough for Svan to take her life, and unlike her the death Svan would grant would be instant. Svan growled in disgust, "Do you know what sickens me about you? You think that just because you were born with power, you have strength. But you don't! In fact you're petching miserable! Falling around the battle field from the slightest feigns. You have coasted on nothing but raw beastial power your entire life, unwilling to improve yourself or learn anything from all of your 'many' fights! I know because once upon a petching time, I was just like you. I had always thought that my birth right made me stronger and better than anyone else, but boy oh boy did I learn that was a lie. And I learned it again and again until I was one day left to beg for my petching life! Now look at you in all your fierce glory! Beaten bruised and a six inch claw about to dig through your eye and into your skull. Svan breathed to catch himself from his rant. "But the worst part of this all? Its that you don't give a petch about a single thing I've said because all you see is a little uppity mouse whos spewing non-sense because he can't do anything else. Normaly I'd take a draw right now and walk off happy as a kid with candy, but not to you. No, I'm going to show you just how wrong you are. I'm going to teach you the lesson that I learned, even if I break every bone in both our bodies doing it.

The dhani pulled with his left hand and slowly hoisted himself up the tiger and out of its grip. Sucks not to have opposable thumbs doesn't it? With his legs he caught the net on the floor and pulled it under the tiger as he drew himself out inch by inch. With every pull his energy burned and he could feel them slowly locking up as the lack of heat choked him. He ignored this however, because once he was free it didn't matter how much strength his arms had. Unlike claws that tore, talons were meant for gripping, and with the strength he had channeled to these talons it would take a true force of nature to shake him free unless he chose it. His movements were only stopped by one thing. The tiger still had his neck in her jaw and he could feel blood already running down his back from his struggles. Gritting his teeth Svan spoke, "Times up tiger, let go before I take an eye for an eye seriously." Svan's thumb claw slowly dug into her eye, threatning to pluck it at any moment. If she let go, Svan would keep his talon poised on her eye until the very last moment he was sure that he could securely grapple onto her back. If she bit down, he would shishkabob her eye and perhaps brain. And if she tried to push him back down, he would teach her just how deep 5 six inch gouge marks down the back could really be.


The tigress had led the the entire fight with Svan just barely managing to keep up, but now it was Svan's turn to lead, and he was going to make her bleed for every inch she had taken.