[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ForestGreen][center]Ayita Dyrkin[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Hanson Power Plant
{"Wolves are not diving boards."}[/center]
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She dodged several of the crates, trying to keep her movements limited. But one managed to get a lucky clip on her forehead, the blood ran into her fur. It was not serious, and the wolf snarled. This woman had laughed at her and now was trying to kill her apparently. Ayita was not in a pleasant mood. About to lunge forward and to hell with the wood lodged in her leg, her ears twitched as she heard a skitterng sound. On her back. Her ears went flat as she considered how to best rend thus new thing limb to limb. About to turn on it, she paused as a slide sprig boarded off her about at the Scarlett Witch.

Damon's creatures, Ayita realized with a slight relief. He was a a competent sort, for a human anyways. And pretty good with a bow to boot. If his little spider was here, he was about as well. A bit of fortune in this situation. She snapped her jaws and grunted as she took the advantage the slide gave her to go low. Trying to sink her fangs into the witch's leg. Wounded or no, this was a chance and two attacking at once stood a higher chance to hit than one alone. Worse come to worse, she would suffer more wounds. But this was looking like her best chance and Ayita was going to teach Scarlett the meaning of her name.