Sin’s piercing blue eyes caught onto Clint’s form in the fray and she cried out to him from under the beasts foot. “Clint! My dagger! Get my silver dagger!” Just as the beast went to snap at her still bandaged neck her hands grasping his jaw just in time to prevent her neck from being ripped out. There was no way someone as tiny as Sin should have been able to hold him back, the wolf looked like he’d even give the Captain trouble.

Like an angry dog he shook his maw and growled trying to snap his massive jaws closed against her tiny hands that were far stronger than they look. “Not today doggie!” she growled herself as she began pulling the wolf’s lower jaw until she could feel it stretch farther than it was supposed to, the tendons snapped giving under her powerful grip. 

Howling in pain the wolf dug his claws into her shoulders making Sin scream out in agony herself.