As Michael crouched, she took a step back. She quickly smirked and spat laughing."Fuck off, mosquito."Michael smiled at the girls joke, smirking with confidene. "Oh..I thought little doggies were meant to stay in the pound..with all the other leaches to fest with."
He looked down at the body infront of him and kicked it away with his foot, as the body hit the wall. "Oh..I believe that was my favorite second in command..may he rest in peace." Michael laughed. His claws grew sharp as he started to walk around looking at the walls, scratching off the paint. "So..I believe it was you who did this little party of bodies ? I'm stunned..you don't look like much of a fight."
He fixed his shirt and picked up a body from one her pack he so believed. He sunk his teeth upon the side of the neck, as the blood rolled down his lips,dripping as the body dropped unto the floor. He stood tall whipping the blood from his lips with his arm.
"You know..I never found dog blood so exciting until now, the taste is so different, so unique from that of humans. But the thing is, as you might already know. Blood is much better when the host is alive..and beautiful." He smiled but quickly faded it away as he walked towards her.
He landed a strike towards her, hoping it would land perfectly.