My jeans ripped, blood seeping from the cuts. Her claws were like razor blades, slicing through my skin like paper. My t-shirt was in tatters, stained with blood, crossed gashes across my chest.
I growled, grabbing a lamp from a coffee table. I hurled it with all my strength. She dodged with a graceful leap, landing on the wall like a spider. "You're pathetic, Hugo," she hissed, before lunging at me. Her claws aimed for my throat, but I jumped to the side, smashing a chair beneath my weight.
I got back up, gasping, and charged again. My fist slammed into her shoulder, making her stagger, but she retaliated with a claw strike that tore through my bicep. Blood sprayed, but I held on, muscles taut, veins ready to burst.
