Dragon vs Justice

Blood dripped from her face, her shoulder, her neck and stained the sand beneath her red as she backed away at the coydog's shout. Panting and still bristling with fury and fueled entirely by adrenaline and rage she might still have gone back after him if the two jaguars flanking Dragon hadn't instilled her with caution. As it was she returned his grin with a flat stare, and his parting words drew from her chest a bubbling snarl through the mask of blood that sheeted her face. "Fuck you, traitor," she snarled after him. "You dont get forgiveness after what you did to my brother." Turning on her heel she stalked out of the ring, the pain of her injuries awakening through the adrenaline and throbbing in time to the pulse of her fury. It didn't bother her that she lost, especially since the bastard had two jaguars fighting his battles for him, but it made her determined to come out the victor next time they met.