Phantom Hollow a slab in the morgue

Each time he tried to evade her it was like she reacted in kind, and they mirrored one another until both entities were too frustrated and flustered to do anything besides become a roadblock. It was Sorina who lost her temper first - well, she never had the best of tempers to begin with and being called a rogue had obviously not helped matters, but moving on - she dove for his face just as Screech was stumbling out of her path. Her angle went one way, he went another, yet it somehow transpired that her nose connected with his cheek, and the next thing either wolf would know, Sorina's pointed snout had somehow inserted itself in to the empty socket on Screech's face.

He roared when the connection was made. It wasn't for long, but the pressure made him stumble and swagger, cursing up a slew of slurred words as he ducked his ruined half away from the dark girl. He had thought there was a sickening wet sound upon entry; everything around him sort of shifted and before Screech could do much else, he was crescent-shaped with his head bowed between two rigid forelimbs, puking up a wave of fresh hot bile.