She growled as his claws bite hard into her already wounded shoulder. She would have whimpered, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much her shoulder was in pain. Her panting breath gave him some clue that she was angry, and slightly wearing out. Most of her battles didn't take this long, and the damned dragon had gotten in a few good hits.<br/><br/>"I'm not a slut you half assed, slow brained, bottom of the evolutionary chain prick." If he was half as smart as he was talented in battle he would have known she had never been with a male. She didn't care a mark, or the scent of another, and him saying she had was pissing her off more and more.