Try to Fight
You glance down at your ankle and realize you're in a very, very bad
situation. The werewolf was in perfect condition, it seemed. While you
were weak, battered, and confused. You grit your teeth and knelt into
a defensive crouch, knowing it was stupid to stay but also knowing
that you wouldn't get far with a broken ankle. The only thing you
could do was face it down and hope it backed off. The werewolf
remained where it was, watching you with the eyes of a hungry
predator. You kept eye contact with it, though you were obviously
showing signs of fear. After a moment of staring at you, the werewolf
made its move and took a few steps toward you. However, it didn't
lunge; its movements were almost cautious-like.
You...
