EVA LEVESQUE
Shoot.
I just realized how bad it was for me when I had nothing on my hand. No katana, no stick, no anything that I could defend myself with. The bitter taste on my tongue and the feeling of a pit on my stomach made me uneasy so I did what I thought I could do best.
Dodging.
The hybrid pounced at me as I ran for the other side of the table creating a boundary for the bond of us. It snarled and waved its paw full of razor-sharp claws in front of me and followed it by a snap of its jaw. If I was just a few inches near it, it could have ripped my face from my head.
After studying its body movements, it was noticeable that it only moved with the instinct to attack and did not think of any plan or precision. As I was keeping at bay, careful not to make it snap further and at t
