Training had not prepared Ziv for this kind of pain, and she found herself furious because of it. It should have. Especially now, with the master bringing in hounds for execution, the ranks being thinned and cleansed, she should have been more prepared for fighting against a fellow hound. It seemed an inevitability these days. Because, right now, she did not know how to utilize his weakness. She should have been taught how to defeat someone of another breed. Hounds were supposed to work together, united under one goal- serving the master. But they would need to be pitted against one another, and she was so prepared against all other foes. But not this one.
Her mouth fell open as she struggled to breathe, her leg screaming in pain as she tried to think of what to do. He had been an escort, like herself. She knew he was stronger but not as fast. But speed would do her no good now, because his strength had caught her. What was the difference between them? What could she utilize? He was older, he was stronger, he was broader, he was... he...
And that was it. With renewed determination, a clawed front paw shot out beneath Malcoda's belly, tearing at his underbelly and, more importantly, his testicles.