Jump Out & Attack The Wolf

Startling the latex werewolf, you leap from the hallway, and with a mighty yell launch yourself at him. The teen takes the opportunity to make his escape, leaving you alone to struggle with the wolf.

For a second or two, you roll across the floor, but thanks to your initial surprise you have a far better grasp than the wolf. Within a moment, you're sitting atop the snarling beast, his shoulders pinned to the floor, gaping maw biting angrily in an attempt to grasp at any part of you that he can reach. Luckily, he can't actually reach you, and is trapped in a helpless position, left unable to do anything but growl angrily at you. It seems that you've got the upper hand.

Unfortunately, there isn't really anything you can do WITH the advantage you have over him. It's unlikely that you could talk him down, and with that set of sharp teeth, it's probably not a good idea to spend your time trying. Looking at your surroundings, you see nothing in terms of potential tools (not that it matters - the second you take even one hand off of him, the werewolf's probably going to rip you to shreds). There's no safe way out of the position you're in, and odds are that if it comes down to a battle of endurance, he'll outlast you quite handily.

Your opponent, catching sight of your indecisiveness and distraction, gives a sudden jolt, and you soon find your positions reversed. You can feel his significant weight on top of you, holding you down and keeping you from moving around too much, but instead of immediately biting down or attacking you, the wolf looks up. Looking to where his gaze has gone, you see that he has his eyes on the pool. He looks back at you, and you see something resembling a smile spreading across his lupine muzzle. He moves his legs up closer to your sides, then begins to push with them, sliding you up the floor and towards the pool. Again, he moves his legs up, and again, he slides. It's not hard to tell where this is going, and you definitely don't like it. Unfortunately, you can only think of one way out of this. It's something you'd rather not do, something that might not even be possible to do, and even thinking about it makes you shudder, but given the circumstances, you may have ****.

With a mighty grunt, you lift your left leg as quickly and forcefully as possible, jamming it as hard as you can between his legs. Your questions about the effectiveness of this kind of strategy on a latex werewolf are immediately answered as he yelps loudly in pain, rolling to the side and grasping his sweet spot with both hands... paws... whatever the hell they are. The look on his face is a twisted portrait of pain, and for a second you relate to him, feeling that kind of pain yourself, but it quickly passes.

Climbing to your feet, you look down at the still immobilized werewolf, who is now completely at your mercy.