The referee had barely blown the whistle when the lion shifter sprang forward. Jane had completely expected this. It was normal for a feline predator to leap forward and pounce on prey. It was one simple thing she had seen on many wildlife shows and even read in school.
Jane rolled forward and sprang to her feet just in time to bend backwards and dodge the swipe of the lion shifters' claws. He was refusing to let up the pressure and Jane was starting to think that she should have shifted herself.
The next swipe was near her face and scraped her sunglasses. The reinforced material help up but a slight scratch was left. If it had been any closer she would have a new scar on her face along with a lost match.
