The Dog is down on the ground. Scrambling. If Jo was not already so hot with fury, perhaps it would trigger her mercy. If this bitch was not most certainly by her mutt king's side the day he murdered her beloved, maybe Jo would feel compelled to spare her. As it is, Jo can't find compassion for this woman. She only hates, so blindly and viciously that she does something she is not typically wont to do. She kicks the Dog while she's down, crashing the steel toe of her mean black boot into the mutt slut's ribcage. She can hear the wicked thump of the impact, likely powerful enough to knock the breath from the bitch's lungs, and while the Hellhound whore is stunned by the blow she drops to a crouch and grabs a fistful of bright blond hair. She twists the bitch to face her in the dark, sliding her knife up under the Dog's chin.
"The junkies will come and chew your flesh off your bones," she hisses in the Hound's face, the point of the knife digging against her pulse point. "I will dump your gnawed bones where your mongrel pack can see what has become of you." She jerks her wrist, ready to slit the woman's throat.