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Jacqueline McCreary (howlin_foryou) wrote in darkdividerpg,

The rain of dust and gravel hit it's mark, but Jack had been watching him much closer than he apparently took into account- she'd tracked the way his claw tensed like second nature- it was hardly the first time she'd been on the receiving end of a cheating blow like that- more times than other, it was from her own father. Teaching her exactly how to deal with it and come out the other end.

Too bad for him, he'd forgotten how much he passed on when he went insane.

Jack didn't recoil from the debris, only shut her eyes to protect them from harm. Lewis's claws buckled the ground close enough for her to feel it. Jack ducked low, under the brunt of his lunge, letting her elbow catch him straight in the throat with all of his own momentum. It dropped the big-shouldered wolf like a choking stone.

And now Jack's eyes were open. With a snarl, she was ontop of him- her hind claws digging inch-deep graves in his thighs, ready to shred them if he so much as thought about rolling over. She slammed the side of his muzzle with an open claw, marking him for insolence before the other arm swung down on the other side, the fist closed like a brick, to knock the challenge (and a few memories) out of his head. Before he even had a chance to spit out the blood, her jaws were around his throat, squeezing hard enough to block most of the air- a Last Warning growl resonating loud and long in the back of her throat.