The dagger clattered to the ground in front of Alison as she clutched her freshly wounded hand. It was a bad cut, running across the back of her hand, but if she hadn't pulled back then, Alison suspected she'd be clutching at a stump. Her whole body ached, and now she had an inkling of how a chew toy might have felt. That damn captain had thrown her around like a ragdoll and it was any wonder she had maintained consciousness. But the pain was soon forgotten as the blade slid in front of her. Alison looked up, stared, blinked twice, and picked up the blade as she stood. Was he stupid? Why on this alien world would you ever give back a weapon to your enemy?! The ego of this wolfman utterly took Alison aback. [hr] Captain Hrond growled in... satisfaction. It seemed his prey finally realized its place. This woman, tenacious as she was, was clearly in awe of the overwhelming power he now had over her. Her expression told him everything, despite no scent of fear filling the air. That damn miasma of Source was all over the place, he could barely smell his kin. No matter, in his heightened state, his eyes and speed were more than enough to end this wretched distraction. He watched as the woman slowly stood, picking up the blade before... "What?!" Hrond audibly shouted. She ran?! She fucking ran?! This woman! He had clearly challenged her to a duel, had shown his superior might, and she ran?! "Typical prey to try to run when cornered..." he thought to himself as he and his remaining pack member took off after her as the woman barged through the door of a nearby shop. [hr] Alison slammed the door closed and dropped the bar. Small miracle it hadn't been bared up before, but the suddenness of the attack must of caused the owner to flee before he could lock up the shop. Thinking fast, Alison quickly glanced around for anything useful, anything at all! She found she was in some sort of herbalist shop, the smell of dried herbs burned her nostrils as she desperately searched the shelves. Her hand found its way around one jar and after taking a sniff, she smiled. As the door smashed down, she threw it. [hr] The wolfman easily reacted as the jar came hurdling at him, but before Hrond could warn him, he smacked it with his sword! The jar burst open, filling the air with a burning smell that caused his pack member to cough and gag hard on the herbs. He saw as the woman darted from the side and slammed a long tub down into his companion's throat. Before either could react, she yanked the cord and to Hrond's horror, he watched as his pack member screamed in utter pain and suffering as the flare ignited down the wolfman's throat. In a matter of moments, his skull boiled his brain as a hole was burned through the back of his neck. The fresh corpse now tumbled to the side. Captain Hrond caught the follow-up jab that came, shock and horror replaced with a deep, frothing rage. Too many times had he seen his pack be cooked, hacked, and cut down like mere dogs in the streets! They were the Luna Clan, masters of the hunt in the shadows and he would not tolerate this any longer. No more games, no more tricks. Twisting the blade, ripped it from her hand and slammed his clawed fist into her stomach. He felt a blade pierce leather, then cloth, the finally skin as the blades plunged into her flesh. With a mighty roar, he punched her through the shop's back walls sending her flying across the back alley and into the warehouse behind it. [hr] Timber walls and wood piles, as Alison had been learning recently, do not make for comfortable fall breakers. Dust filled the air as Alison tried to pick herself up. Her hand went to her stomach and came back with blood. Her mind whirled from the impact as she shook her head, trying to shake the disorientation off. Head somewhat clear, she stared at the blood now dripping from her waist, her arm, and the new cuts in her head. She felt splinters digging into her body and knew running was no longer an option. She had to figure out a way to end it... Seeing the glowing figure now stepping through the hole in the building, she quickly limped deeper into the warehouse, getting behind a timber pile and catching her breath as her mind raced to figure out a strategy. She stared at her cloak, knowing she only had one use left... But in her state, it would be useless. She was dripping blood, couldn't control her breathing right, and was covered in dust. "Coming... closer...!" desperately whispered the voice in her ear. Time was running out. It was then she remembered the wrapped weight on her right arm, and one last desperate plan began to form...