Neil
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the two of them closed the gap, Neil feeling like he was moving underwater as he rushed in, his eyes, ears, nose, all filled with her; Her scent, her frenzied advance, her murderous roars, all of it. Her fist crawled towards him, just as slow, as he forced himself to move, twisting out of the way just enough that he wouldn't be impaled. In turn, the werewolf brought gleaming claws to bear, closing in on the extended arm like the first knives in a flaying.
Then the moment shattered and they were in motion again. Wendy's fist tore open his gut and sent a chunk of his abs flying away, leaving a crimson trail. His entrails were exposed for a brief instant before the flesh flowed back together like quicksilver, the pain scraping at his brain and sharpening his focus. The beast, in turn, fell upon her extended arm with a flurry of slashes, tearing at the tendons and arteries in her wrist and the crook of her elbow as he passed, ripping a path to her shoulder once those were out of range.