Werewoman attacks

John zoned out so much that he didn’t see a woman barreling towards him. He saw long hair and a face in the midst of pleasure and rage.

Before he knew it her nails scratched him and he was knocked down to the ground. He could feel a burning come from the gaping wound. Only to look down and see that it had healed shut. He wouldn’t even have known there was a cut to begin with if his shirt hadn’t been cut as well.