The Sentinels Mean enough to stare your demons down

Darting away was often the easiest part of a battle for the young wolfess. She was toned, sure, but dainty in frame and extremely agile. Unfortunately, the seasoned warrior in Dante was far more skilled, and hit her before she had the chance to dart. The move broke a bit of her confidence, knowing now that she would have to perhaps try something new. 

The male had knocked her to wrestle, and wrestle she did. Her white eyes were narrowed as she kept her focus on the male and his movements; so close up it was hard to tell what he was planning. In her struggle to leap back, she aimed bites (light and harmless ones) to his shoulders the best she could. Her hopes were to falter his grip on her, although he could easily be able to hold her off. 

meep. i'm so bad at fighting.