Third Person's POV
As this happened, Ethan's crimson irises burned with an even darker light, and the second knife spun from his hand and streaked toward the expressionless werewolf girl below like a flash of blue lightning.
Her platinum eyes widened, and a guttural, low roar broke from her throat that seemed to be carrying the primal air of an enraged beast.
In her defense, she crossed her slender arms in front of her chest and then from her ten fingers extended ten shimmering claws of pure white energy, claws that seemed to waver between the tangible and the ethereal.
Just as they formed, Ethan's knife arrived, and with a shriek of rending air, they clashed.
The impact sent her small frame flying backwards like a ragdoll hurled by a giant.
She tumbled across the ground with dirt scattering in her wake, while cracks spider-webbed across her glowing claws.
