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The tom tasted blood, making him aware that he had dealt a blow to her. Then he released his bite-hold and backed away enough to avoid the full force of her counter-attack, but still felt her claws catch the side of his face, spilling red fluid down his cheek.
She was far younger than he, and judging by her struggles, much weaker. Perhaps she had been on the battlefield for some time already. There was no honor in taking the life of someone like that, but the leader refused to let up just yet, meeting her eyes just inches away with his own flaring green ones. "Then run! Run with your tail between your legs, and I'd better not see a hair of your pelt on our territory again!"
He wouldn't have to add to her injuries any more than he had if she would just retreat. With some relief, he saw that SunClan was not grossly outnumbered, which he had initially anticipated; they were going strong.
Vertigo || SunClan leader || Experienced battler || No kill
attacking Cursedshore
[ ooc. if you attack Vertigo, please quote my post, or I will probably miss it ]
This was a great opportunity for the pregnant cat, although there was no way Cursedshore would take it. She was a Gladiator of ScarClan, and ScarClanners didn't run. Still, she might as well retreat before attacking again.
Before she could make a decision, rational or other, the brown feline caught sight of the blood trickling down her attacker's face. Blood! The sight of the liquid seemed to revive her. She was a vampire, a parasite, and her urge to drink blood had once again been aroused. Eyes gleaming madly, adrenaline rushing through her once more, she lashed out with all she had, eager to feel the delicious red fluid course over her tongue.