Rising Sun Valley before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves

He had struck in the same fashion as he had before, and the cat did the same, once more tossing the raging white wolf into the ground as though he were made of feathers, not meat. Luke is clearly insane in his ire, for is it not the mark of the insane to do the same thing expecting a different result? He barely registers the taste of blood on his teeth, scarcely realized he had contacted again with that ugly snout, before the shadow of death descends upon him. He is struck again and again, and for the first time he becomes aware of pain, the cat's beatings finally breaking, finally piercing the armor of anger.

He struggled in vain to dislodge the predator. He is exhausted, the ground beneath him scored with the determination of his nails, but determination not enough. He is an inexperienced fighter and does not have the stamina to stand up the punishment, and he wilts beneath the cat, his body trembling with exertion, and also with fright. He is at the mercy of a vengeful demon, and his rage is draining out with each desperate breath, fear taking its place.