When there's not much left to live for

If he hadn't been about to try his damndest to leave a scratch or two on the white woman he would have chuckled heartily at her teasing comment, instead a brief flash of a lopsided smile graced his features though it would quickly be replaced as the fight started.

A mouth full of fur told him his grip had landed though now without the woman showing him exactly how much more experienced she was, in fighting at least. Instantly the woman was reacting, lifting herself to tower before him, above him. Her weight dropped on top of him, limbs wrapping around him and she pushed in even closer, her jaws grabbing him in a mirror of his own grab. Hymn released his grip and craned his neck, he grunted as he tried to rear up himself, hoping to set Eislief off balance enough to get her off him. His right paw reached out in a desperate arc, trying to reach her underbelly and push her off balance, though he'd take any place he could scratch with dull claws as well.