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Emma didn't see anything special about this technique really, he just hit her three times. She took the blows to her forehead and closed one of her eyes to keep from tearing up, she had to keep a second eye on Fenrir though so she could keep an effective defense. She was slightly dazed from all of that, but shook her head and focused on Fenrir. "You think that's enough? Pretty poor technique Feral." Emma said, but she was pretty mad he'd tried that actually. "You freakin' punk! That could've hurt me!" Not only did she have a bruise on her forehead, but she could hardly think straight after that cheap shot. "Now I'm gonna wake up with a headache or something..." She continued to take her anger out on Fenrir mentally, but she really needed to focus on this fight.

Emma gritted her teeth and wondered what she should do, she couldn't really move her throat's position and she didn't want to be bitten by a dog either. As soon as his third attack made contact she moved her head up so she wasn't looking at the sky so much anymore and brought her shoulders up like a shrug, it was a pathetic defense, but really her only plan. With her chin touching just right under her colorbone and her arms bunched up it was kind of impossible to really reach her throat, when in doubt just curl in to a ball. "You really are as feral as I thought you were."

"Let go of me." Emma said in a robotic voice again, she had to hands held by one arm, she couldn't let her arms be pulled above her head, no matter the strength difference right now two arms beat one, it was a minor difference anyway. She was squirming pretty pathetically trying to free her legs, she guessed they were just a lost cause. She pulled her two arms sideways since her two hands obviously beat one in this case, this gave her enough time to move her arms back in to a defensive position over her chest. "You're already disappointing Feral, give it all you got if you think you're so strong!" She was easily able to block him since there were no skills being used.

Emma blocked his elbow with her forearm and cringed a little bit, this was getting bad. "Not this again..." Emma couldn't explain what she was feeling now, but it was something that regular people would call fear, muscle memory made her body tense up instantly. She used her forearm to block again and started crying a little, everything hitting her arm like that was going to break it eventually. She still had one arm free though and rose as far as she could go, everything above her waist was moveable enough. She latched on to him with one hand and held on to his shirt so she didn't go back down. She knew she wasn't exactly stronger than him, but she certainly had more energy, she knew how tired he was from all those techniques. That's why her arm she used to wrap around Fenrir held his arm to his body, because she was getting desperate to stop him from attacking. "Not good enough Feral..." She said, holding on to him tightly and not letting go.

"I'll wait...I have...more endurance." Emma said, not letting go even as he bit her, until she had her other arm for use she wasn't simply going to let him to continue to pound her in to the roof, no matter what she had to stay in this position until she could have a better one. She wasn't used to fighting using tactics like his, but she had no choice, his neck was exposed while he was trying to bite her arm. She was looking to stop him before he broke skin and bit at his neck, either they'd be bleeding together or not at all. She couldn't get his throat, but this was good enough for her.

"Try me..." Emma challenged, she was surprised she'd come so close to a victory this time, the difference between her power a little while ago and now was amazing, and she hadn't changed in the least. It was less of a fight and more of survival, whoever showed their first sign of fainting would fail, which was why Emma was so determined to keep this up. "While I still have the strength to fight I...I won't give up!" Emma declared, she was doing this more for herself than anything now. "I won't let Sonya down because I was too weak..." She said under her breath, awaiting his attack, she could still defend herself in the smallest of ways.

Emma once again just tilted her head as far as possible, until she touched her own shoulder. She was sure that because of the strength of the strike and the fact Fenrir was getting tired that he'd punch the roof instead of her and maybe do so damage to his own hand. She felt the strain of trying to move her neck like that and centered it once more, trying to free her left hand since that was the side she held her scythe on most of the time. "What happened to your intensity Fenrir? Did I tire you out?" She just had to drag this along, nobody was getting any rest as long as she still had a say in the matter.