Jenten's thin bosy was rather agile- he lept out of the way, for the most part, but couldn't dodge completely.  Unfortunately, the small frame that gave him agility also made him easily injured, the hollow, lighweight bones of one foot being crushed beneath the wolf.  He yelled out, a sharp sonar blast escaping him as he tried to crawl backwards.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Marice's ears perked.  A grin slid across her face, small at first, then growing insanely wide.  Jenten had found an enemy!  She<span style="font-style: italic">couldn't</span>let Jenten kill him first!  She went running back towards the direction Jenten and the First Sergeant had gone, pausing momentarily as she saw Jenten squirming.  Then she saw a glimpse of her target, through the crushed wall... Raising the revolver, she took aim, and pulled the trigger twice.