I watched, helpless as my enemy turned to my friends, a sadistic grin on his face. Oh, I knew what was going on in the head of the sick, twisted beast that was bent on killing me. To make me suffer, he was going after my team mates-my friends. There wasn't any doubt he would go back to dealing with me later...
Without thinking, I bounded up and ran toward the general direction my enemy was going. I ignored all of my wounds, and, quite frankly, my common sense as I plunged to the aide of my comrades. In my eyes, they were shocked that I could even move; the beating I took was a great one. But, of course, that's when the searing pain made itself known.
The tiger-wolf morph turned around and slashed his claws through my face. It started up near the top of the right side of my forehead, and traveled in a downward diagonal direction. The scratch sliced through my eye and broke my nose. By the time his claws reached my neck, I was already almost blacked out. The next things that came to memory were voices....people shouting my name.
"Triss!"
"Tirisscar!"
"Triiiiiiisssssss!"
I was just to the point of unconsciousness, when a blinding, yellow light came into my vision. Then, the darkness carried me into its depths.