From One to Another

As if all time had slowed, the brute saw her strike the instant before it happened, giving him ample time to react. He had several factors that issued warning of her motion, in his observational and analytical gaze. The way her muscles tensed beneath her tainted coat, the swift intake of air, as it whooshed behind her stirrage, the rise in electrical currency in the air, as her fur made frictional contact swifter than that of gravity's weak though apparent force.

The simple twisting of his buff frame allowed him to place himself a good chance out of harms way, out of the path of the female's teeth, the razor sharp daggers that too, filled his own maw. It was that moment, that Slade made up his mind that he would not use his mouthful of death on the girl, only honing his body as a weapon, in its own accord.