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white jaguar with golden-brown markings and dark eyes. She wasn't about to let me have all the fun, especially not with wolves. Another growl rose out of my throat, a very un-wolf-like sound, a sort of rumbling vibration that rose to a sharp snarling peak. It was a bit frightening, even to my ears. To the Froekn, who had no idea a human could hold animal magic, it must have been terrifying.
    Sure enough, my jaguar sensed the fear on the air and delighted in it. Her joy was of course my own. It lifted me up and I laughed low in my throat. A few whimpers crept through the otherwise silent crowd, wolves drawing back a little. A quick glance at my friends showed me they were a little shocked as well. I laughed again, that was going to be an interesting conversation.
    The wolf across from me twisted his head back and forth, peering at me uncertainly. I just waited and watched. I wanted an opportunity to disable this wolf with the least amount of bloodshed. Finally, TryggufR just decided to leap at me and give it the old college try. I flattened myself to the ground at the last second and he flew right into the wall behind me.
    I rolled up and swiped at the middle of his hind legs, to try and disable him. He howled and twisted around to face me again, this time with a heavy limp. My gaze zipped over him, noting all possible weaknesses and points of attack. The war magic was incredible, giving me a strategic edge I hadn't counted on. The victory magic was tingling through my veins too, making me feel a little lightheaded. I thought I heard the roar of the crowd but it was just the rush of blood through my ears, they were actually watching in complete silence. In fact, it began to get a little eerie.
    I backed up a space and crouched again. TryggulfR took another leap at my neck but his leg threw him off balance and he fell toward my shoulder instead. I punched his mouth away, hot blood spraying across my face. I swiped quickly at it with my palms to try and clear my vision but TryggulfR was a seasoned killer and he knew an opportunity when he saw one. He came at me fast and I had to rely on my hearing alone.
    In the silence, it wasn’t too difficult to hear the clicking of claws on the stone floor and the rapid breathing of my opponent. I flung out an arm and caught his leg but it was a foreleg and he was able to twist down and latch onto my arm. When I screamed, there was an answering boom of thunder above me. Thor was about to lose it, which wouldn’t be at all helpful. I needed to end it fast before the fighting spread from the pit to the seats above.
    I punched TryggulfR in the face again, the claws sinking in deep, and he let go with a shrill whimper. It gave me enough time to wipe the blood away, so I was able to watch as he limped back and circled the end of the pit like he wanted out. His face was a torn mess and his hind leg buckled every other step. He was beat. I just had to wait for him to admit it.
    “ TryggulfR,” I called to him. “I don’t want your death. It was an honor to fight you. Heal yourself, I'll stand down.”
    TryggulfR gave a sharp yip, then lay down and changed into a dark-haired man very similar in looks to Trevor, except his face was a little wider and his eyes were blue. He stood up and walked proudly forward with total disregard for his impressive nudity. I enjoyed the show, of course. I'm only human.
    He stopped in front of me and smiled as he met my eyes. “Welcome, Sister,” his voice rang out and the wolves howled. Then he took my arms and leaned forward to lightly rub cheeks with me. “Good luck,” he whispered, then turned and left to loud applause.
    I used the time to catch my breath and adjust my glove to cover part of my wound. It hurt, a deep aching pain, but I was able to ignore it with the help of my magic. It was a good thing too cause I didn’t have long before Fenrir appeared again. His face looked a little tense and his voice was definitely louder when he spoke to