The Sentinels We get what we deserve

Constantine moved out of the way in time, though Tansea managed to clip his shoulder and bump him back some distance. It was a brief triumph, the victorious surge in her veins dying as he nipped her shoulder.

The witch's paws shuffled briefly, trying to decide on her next move before pouncing towards the brown male. Her muzzle darted out, hoping to land a retaliating hit on his chest.