Savvy blinked and saw snow-white hair swinging before her eyes as Naya took a battle stance.
"Easy there!" Her lips curled into a menacing grin as she blocked Inga's attack. Her eyes did not promise her opponent anything good. "You may hurt yourself again! We wouldn't want that, would we?"
The werecat dodged another blow and then kicked Inga's legs gracefully, making her kiss the dirty ground. Once again, Savannah admired the beauty with which the cats moved. As if they were dancing and not fighting.
"If we could shift …" the werewolf growled.
"If we could shift, there would be a blood stain in the shape of you!" Naya retorted with a chuckle. "You don't scare me, wolf girl. The only one I am scared of in this entire competition is the person I side with."
"Enough!" Celia tried to wri
