Finally managing to throw off the lithe little fighter, he turned around guarding only to feel her hooking out his leg. A moment later he was flat on his back, staring up her tiny excuse for a skirt. This was beginning to annoy him, as well as turn him on. It wasnt just blood lust that drove him to the edge of madness in combat, especially when fighting a female, regular lust rose as well. Just as this begins to rise an come to pass, she threw a light kick towards his crotch, luckily for him, missing. Well, we cant have that, he thought. Rage growing even further, his blood lust nearly taking over, his eyes dont even look human anymore, closer to a wolfs eyes.