She raises the bat to hit and I quickly grab it holding it tightly and I twist it backward dislocating the hand that holds the bat. She screams in agony, her hand hanging like a loose cloth of which she has no control of. She looks at me and finally. I see a hint of fear. Good, I live off it. She snarls her eyes turning black with a mixture of pain and anger. I shake my head as a warning which she pays no heed to as she bolts towards me. I allow her one blow to my face to satisfy her before my claws dig into her stomach removing her intestines in one pull. She chokes on her blood. Now she can die happy knowing that she at least got to hit me once. The loud booming growl of my male calls out to me. He needs help, my eyes scan through the wolves fighting. We are winning, the warriors have almost taken them all out. Where is their leader? I cannot find him.