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Dajana

Dajana smiled when she saw the guy make contact with the wall and cry out over his eye, but suddenly he was charging at her and the smile was gone as she scrambled to get back on her feet. She was able to get up and run out of his way, but not fast enough to avoid getting a slash across her side that quickly dyed her fur red. Her fangs bared as she hissed over the pain while continuing to run toward the opposite side of the arena just to have time to contemplate her next move. She knew she didn't have time to do anything about her new wound, but the pain was excruciating as tears started to well up in her eyes and she held her arm against it to try to at least slow down the bleeding. I need to get at his throat... But how?! I wish I had a weapon....

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As she reached the other side of the arena, Dajana's tears were already beginning to spill and mark the fur on her cheeks. The pain in her side was like lava being poured into the wound and little doubts were starting to seep into her mind that she might not get to see tomorrow. She paused at the wall and watched the guy's little victory dance before he started running toward her. Contemplating just standing there and letting him tear her head off, her ears suddenly perked up and she glanced for just a moment at a random barred window. Over all the noise she heard Dante's voice, calling her stupid and telling her to run, but it stood out for some reason. She saw his face in the window before looking back at the wolf about to kill her again. Without even thinking, she fought against the pain and odds and leaped to the side at the last second.

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Just as she leaped out of the way, Dajana heard a crash and Dante yelling that it was her chance. She spun around to see the wolf guy's head stuck in the wall and couldn't help but giggle and smirk at the scene, but with a bit smile that bared her fangs she immediately ran towards him, ducked under his claws and flew up at his throat. Her claws dug into the flesh and fur of his neck as she tried to gouge out as much as she could while also tearing at his throat with her teeth. She felt the warm blood gushing out all over her face and before she knew it she had to actually close her eyes because it was getting in there. The logic in her brain told her that she had done her job, that she could stop now, but her instincts and fear pushed her to continue tearing apart his throat until she knew that he was dead and lying on the ground. She wasn't even sure if he was fighting back, tearing her flesh apart as well, she just knew she had to hold on or there was no chance of her getting out of this alive.

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When she finally felt his body go limp, Dajana let go of his fur that was left and dropped to the ground. She felt all of his blood caking in her hair and fur, but what caught more of her attention was the terrible pain that shot through her side where she had been wounded. Having a hard time standing up, she half crawled and half dragged herself out from beneath his dripping throat before looking out at the crowd for the first time. They were cheering? But her gaze focused on the dumbfounded look on the dictator's face and she smirked directly at him before holding her side tightly with one arm and using the dead guy's still propped up leg to pull herself up with her free arm. Once she got some balance standing, she began to limp her way back to the gate, smiling up at the crowd, but once she reached the shelter of the gate she scrambled to lean against a wall so she wouldn't fall and looked around for Dante. She could really use his help right now...

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Dajana finally saw Dante making his way toward her as he pushed some of the guys out of his way and smiled rather weakly when he was in front of her. When he asked how it went, she glared at him, but accompanied it with a smile as she tried to laugh, but ended up coughing a bit instead. She was actually losing quite a bit of blood through her wound... She glanced down at her injury, still holding it tight, but returned her gaze to him when he suggested he show her the showers and get her some bandages before he possibly went to battle. To be honest, she wanted to cry, sob, she had just killed someone in a terrible manner and now she was hurt to the point that pain was pulsing through her body, but she couldn't look weak in front of all the other men she might be battling someday. To avoid letting out the tears she wanted to spill she simply smirked softly and nodded before gesturing with her free hand for Dante to guide the way as she started walking along the wall, not so sure if she could stand on her own again just yet....

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As she was making her way as best she could to follow Dante and the path he was making for her, Dajana suddenly saw him turn back around and the next thing she knew, she was in his arms. She only winced and stiffened for a moment at the shock of the pain, but smiled at him with a silent laugh when he commented that she was being a slow poke. While being carried, she couldn't help but notice how soft Dante's fur was and how warm he was, but soon enough he put her down next to a wall in the showers where she immediately leaned against the wall and turned to listen to Dante. She nodded as he explained about the curtains and continued to smile softly as she took the bandages and supplies into her free hand, but when he turned away to leave and said he was probably next, her face dropped along with her stomach. Before she could say or do anything, though, he was already gone in the crowd.

Dajana moved as quickly as she could to get into a shower stall, leaving her bandages and supplies just outside the curtain. She turned on the water and got it to be as warm as she could manage before she went to take off her armor and clothes. The dead guy's slash across her side had actually cut most of the straps so she got all her garments off rather quickly and threw them in the corner of the shower to get soaked and rinse off at least some of the blood. While working all the blood out of her hair and fur, she fought the urge to cry out from the stinging in her side by biting the inside of her cheek. As she continued cleaning herself and her fur she tried to keep her ears perked to see if she could hear anything going on outside and if Dante had started yet...

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When her fur and hair were finally clean and as blood free as they could be, Dajana grabbed the clothes from the corner and washed them as best she could, leaving the armor behind. She threw the clothes over the side of the stall so they could dry while she turned off the water and held her side tight to minimize pain as she shook herself as dry as she could get. Once that painful action was done, she reached out of the curtain and grabbed the bandages and supplies and looked through them until she found what she was looking for, a needle and thread. Grabbing a strap that had broken off the armor, she stuck it in her mouth to bite down on as she worked through the painful task of sewing her wound up. She only had had to do this in the past once, but that time it was a much smaller wound... this almost went across her whole side...

After almost fainting a few time from the pain and almost biting completely through the leather strap she had in her mouth, Dajana's wound was sewed up and she had wrapped some of the bandaging around her torso to cover the stitches. Her clothes still weren't really dry, but she didn't have time to wait, she didn't know if Dante was fighting yet or not and she should be there for him. So she put on the still rather wet clothes that clung to her body before trying to hurry out of the showers and back to the gate and barred window where she would probably take Dante's earlier position... She still had to lean against the wall so that she could walk without stumbling on the floor, but despite her exhaustion from pain and just pain racking her body after the beating it had taken, she was able to move a bit faster. She could feel that she was pale from all the blood loss and exhaustion she was dealing with, but despite all that, she was still able to manage a smile when she saw that she had made it in time before Dante had gone out to fight. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to call out towards him.

"Better not get yourself killed out there! I still need someone to practice beating up on!"

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Dajana smiled warmly when Dante turned to her and nodded in response to her comment, but it was quickly wiped away and replaced with a look of intense worry as she gasped at him being tackled by a large group of wolves. Despite the continuous pain from straining herself, she rushed as fast as she could to stand as close as she could to the fight without the guards holding her back and watched as Dante threw off three of the guys and broke their necks. She flinched with each death. Is that how she looked what seemed like just a few moments ago? She wanted Dante to survive and she knew he had to kill those people to do so....but this killing was just pointless entertainment.... Her ears continually switched between pressing back against her skull and perking up as she was worried and trying to pay close attention to the battle. "Dante, you b*****d, don't you dare die on me...." She spoke softly to herself as she watched him leap at another of the guys he was fighting.