<span style="font-style: italic">"Karin, can you hear me? How are things with you?" </span>Erevos's voice seemed to graze through her mind. Like a whisper in the wind. She could hardly withstand the pain from her leg. There was no way she could survive this battle. At least at the rate it was going. Considering she could hardly stand up, and even though her weapon was now as she found out made of silver. It really wouldn't do her any good if she didn't have the strength to wield it.<br/><br/>"A broken leg! Its not healing right, and I'm still on the pavement , and can't move. This wolf is giving me problems.." The connection broke right after that. As if it was getting a terrible connection like a radio. It went fuzzy then poofed into nothingness. She couldn't even feel his presence any longer. "Fuck  am I that low on blood? She thought. As she pushed herself one last time from the concrete pavement so that she could be standing. The werewolf faced her, his eyes resembling madness. Such a madness that it nearly reminded her of Erevos.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"FOR THAT BITCH YOUR GOING TO PAY!! THAT WAS MY FUCKING SHOULDER!!" </span>The werewolf seemed to have lost the use of his left arm because of the wound she had inflicted on him. It was like a game of cat and mouse. And oh did she know this game so well. Yet the roles were reverse. She was the mouse , and he was the cat. Toying with her until she broke. Then she would be done. Most likely dead. She could see it now. Her dyeing , and the world fading. Like a light that was switched off. But then her body seemed to react on its own cord. She felt her hands grip her make shift sword. Like a javelin. Without her even having to try her hands threw the make shift sword right through the werewolf. Since, the werewolf was crawling towards her it didn't have far to go, and seemed to go right through his stomach. Blood splattered everywhere. Red caking the black pavement. It almost looked as if a war had gone down. The werewolf has his hands gripped around the make shift sword. Life seeming to ease out of his eyes, and blood dripped from his mouth.<br/><br/>She could hardly move, and was stunned that even a vampire could get an adrenaline rush. "Well fuck never thought a vampire could get an adrenaline rush did ya you bastard." Her hands were at her sides ,in a limp manner, seeming to make her look like a statue.  Then she began to laugh hysterically trying to release all of her tension. "Fucking bastard, can't fuck me now can you." Her eyes seemed to flame with wildness as they stayed focused on the dead werewolf. She was still stunned starring at her make shift sword. The very thought of moving made her think of blood. She needed blood, and she needed it now. Or else the entire town would be bleed dry. Or rather fucked, then bleed dry.