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His jaws snapped but only air would meet his bite. He had almost forgotten how quick she could be, it was after all how she escaped him the first time and it only irritated him more. Luckily for the woodland boy, the witch did not run this time, no she turned to face him as she spat her own poison. West snorted as she sped up, her jaws now seeking purchase on his own hide, I'm only hateful when it comes to punks who think they can take whatever the hell they want!

He didn't even attempt to dodge as her fangs neared. She was fast, and he could be clumsy, but if she was already close then he was 10x more likely to land a blow if not grab her. Biting back a wince as teeth embedded into his skin, West turned quickly and tried to shove his weight into the small woman. If he was fast enough his fangs would seek any of her limbs, anything that would slow her down should she turn tail now.

He just needed one good hit, one good stun. It almost ached at the thought of waiting for that perfect moment where it would no longer matter. When it came though, there would be no holding back.