There was something odd about this werewolf that she could not quite figure out. It was only a feeling but she wasn’t sure he was a werewolf… if felt as if there was something more. Now at the moment of her disadvantage, she was afraid. Adrenaline flooded her blood, her heart began a furious race to deliver it and oxygen to her body and her pours released a light sheen of sweat that unfortunately let her opponent know her emotional state.<br/><br/>His attach didn’t take her by surprise… his speed did, his size did… She could not focus on him as her eyes had not adjusted effectively and his movement at times causes his body to completely disappear. Inira fired in his direction, precious silver bullets whizzed past him in part his speed and her inability to aim. She had needed the stability of standing to have a remote chance of hitting the creature but at the last possible moment she used that adrenaline her fear had given her to move out of the way of his leap.<br/><br/>But she had moved too late. Though he didn’t catch her full body like he hand intended, when they hit the ground he had her right side pinned to the ground. The impact of the fall knocked the gun out of the huntress’ left hand and it slid out of her reach. The one with the silver bullets momentarily useless as she could not move her right arm; it was trapped close to her body.<br/><br/>If he thought that this was all it was going to take to defeat her, the werewolf was mistaken. Though it was something the redhead had never and would never acknowledge she was human, but more: Quicker, stronger, more enduring. She knew that the creature had an edge in all of those points and he weighed more than her so she couldn’t let it completely pin her to the ground. She swung a punch at it’s muzzle for all she was worth while she simultaneously put her left foot on his abdomen and pushed, hoping to use his momentum and push him over her body.<br/><br/>Ooc: I know he’s going to win this… just try not to make it toooooo easy ;)<br/>