Izzy shook her head slightly with a snort at there being “no sport” otherwise.
	“Even if you [i]hadn't[/i] bothered to even the odds, I wouldn’t be ‘abandoning our battle,’” she said with only slightly more confidence than she felt.
	A battle they were going to have in the open. In broad daylight. When this realization dawned on her, without thinking about it, she looked from Cerasus toward where the road wove its way through the fields a good distance away. If someone was somewhere around, or drove by while they were fighting...
	Cerasus’ voice drew her attention back him, and she swiftly mimicked his stance, only with closed fists, her body angled slightly. Her brows twitched downward in confusion when he reassured her. He smelt [i]no[/i] humans? Did that mean he was somehow unaware of Trevor? 
	It took Izzy a moment to realize he was referring to her friend. Anger bubbled in her and crossed her face at him being called “rations.” But that meant Cerasus [i]did[/i] know Trevor was there.
	“What’s [i]that[/i] supposed to mean?” she growled warily. “And I swear, if you so much as [i]contemplate[/i] using him as ‘rations...’” Her fists tightened, her gaze boring into him with a surprising fierceness.