The werewolf stared at her. His amber eyes an echo in the night. She could now hear the rustle of a near by bush. Which meant she must of been right. A fucking ambush!They had known they were coming. Karin switched her make shift sword from being carried by her left hand to her right. The moon shined down on the area. A silver light lighting up most of the richlands. The wolf was mocking her as he switched feet. Trying to trick her on which direction he would attack first.<br/><br/>She leaped in the air using her speed to her advantage she landed behind him. Her left foot lifted to kick him where it should have been his back. But she felt her foot connect with solid ribs. They made a crack, but yet it didn't seem as if his ribs were damaged at all. "HEHEHE IS that the best you can do..you little bitch!!" The wolf had a menacing grin on his face. " I think you can only imagine what is going through my mind as I picture your dead body under me and me on top of you fucking you as hard as I can. Oh isn't it a joy." The wolf hissed as he let out a heart felt laugh. Both his hands gripped her foot , and kept it in place.<br/><br/>"FUCKING BASTARD!.THERE IS NO WAY I'M LETTING A GROSS MOTHER FUCKER HAVE SEX WITH MY DEAD BODY." She twisted her leg, knowing that the cracking sound before was not his ribs. But rather her foot as it connected with the ribs. Which meant some part of her foot must have been broken by now. Her leg was jammed between his hands. So she was stuck with her back facing the wolf. Which could very well be her fall out. With that in mind she twisted her make shift sword , and by surprise pushed the sword through the wolf's shoulder. Causing his wound to bleed , and drip down his bare chest. Which she noticed in some delete wasn't half bad looking. Then she shook her head. This was an enemy. Then she smiled. It was possible she could use her seduction as a weapon.<br/><br/>The howl from the wolf was heart wrenching. She felt herself stumble onto the concrete road. Her hands scraped the ground seeming to bleed onto the  pavement.  Her foot made a thud as it fell to the ground. She winced from the impact. The wound was already healing but it still hurt like a bitch, and she knew that she would have to feed soon, if she was going to survive after this battle. She quickly got up.<br/><br/>Hands grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her nearly ten feet in the air. She gracefully flipped. But the landing was more like a crash landing. Her foot hit the ground wrong , and she winced once more. As she looked into the face of death. His eyes were burning in anger. The wound she had just inflicted was pretty deep, and it seemed to be turning black. Which meant it wasn't going to heal. "He is weak against that make shift sword?" She wasn't quite sure what the make shift sword was made of. But now she had a clear clue. It must have been silver.