His claws hitting her flesh and the feeling of her blood over them was wonderful. He seen her attack coming for his head, but were he was not in the position to dodge it or even more. He reached up with his other hand, and grabbed the sword. But he grabbed the blade of it, and he could feel his skin being cut again. He held it there, and then looked at her. He just smiled and he gripped her useless shoulder tighter, making his claws bite deep into her skin, then he pulled back, letting his claw tear from her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Like I care what is your favorite, you slut."<br/><br/>He growled the last word, making it sound deeper and more primal.