Delinquent Student and his Pet Teacher

Puss is face to face with Muerte and now has to try and get out without
getting his head ripped off like the other guy...

The wolf licks his teeth and tastes the blood on his face. Unbothered by it he flicks his butterfly knife, blood dripping off of it as it closes. He leans with his crossed arms over the railing and watches Puss stand back up in delight.

“Is this… some kind of joke?!” Very clearly the situation wasn’t a joke, he could still see the almost decapitated person laying behind the wolf, this situation was way more serious. The wolf chuckles heartily. “Surprised are we?”

Still Puss seemed to think life was playing some sick joke on him, one of his students is the ‘Muerte’?! The same student that caught him stealing from Jack Horner?! This couldn’t seriously be happening right in front of him.

Getting no answer and seeing the cat in deep thought the wolf continues the talk. “Well, imagine my surprise when I get the notice that my precious goods from Jack Horner got stolen by someone before they could even be delivered.” The wolf shifts his body to the side and throws his knife up to catch it again. Puss understood immediately, his eyes widened and he nervously adjusted the collar of his cape. “Oops?”

The wolf shifts his body once more and the cat gets ready to react. Holding the railing with one arm he easily jumps over it and lands right in front of Puss, lights hitting him from both sides but never from the front. The blood dyeing more and more parts of the room red. He landed on three of his paws, still holding onto the knife with his fourth, the red in his eyes once again glowing menacingly.

Puss steps back just slightly, seemingly getting into a fighting stance, ready for anything. “Well?” Muerte breathes and raises to full height, tipping his knife towards Puss as to demand an answer from him. Puss shakes himself up a little to calm his nerves and the wolf’s head tilts in confusion as he watches.

“What about them?” Puss seems to have jumped back into his usual attitude. “ You watched me steal them and didn’t say anything and now you suddenly want them back?” He throws his paws around in gestures again, he doesn’t seem to be too unnerved by this situation. “Now there is the joke!”

“Ever the fearless little thief. I see.” The wolf grins, shortly stopping in his tracks. “Eh, I’ve fought worse than you, lobo.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I doubt that you would be the one to get a scratch on me.” 

The wolf couldn’t suppress his laughter after those words and rolled his eyes. “ Clearly I wouldn’t, but those three over there seemed to have gotten you pretty good back at the bar, don’t you think.” During his talk Puss used the chance to move quickly. He kicked the knife out of Muerte’s hand into the air, carefully bouncing back a few steps as he watched the knife midair. Surprised, Muerte watches the cat get ready to jump for the knife and steal it right in front of him.

A perfect kick off the ground and the knife was in grasping distance when suddenly he felt his throat close and a huge white paw grabs him midair. The knife falling past him getting caught by the other paw. Gasping for air now, he felt the wolf’s breath on his face, his snout came close, too close for comfort. “Nice try, Gato.”

Puss feels himself getting swung through the air and landing with heavy force against a wall. Muerte had thrown him right past his grunts at the wall next to the door. He sucks in a deep breath and tries hard not to cough after feeling the roughness in his throat. Holding his chest while he grabs onto the wall to lift himself up, he knows he has to act fast. The grunts are already closing in on him to make their next move when–

Whistling strikes the air.

Puss watches confused as the grunts stop dead in their tracks, one heartbeat later and they quickly move away from him, their eyes never leaving him. They reveal the view to Muerte, who’s haunting whistling chimes through the whole warehouse. He flicks open another knife in his hand, that one, much bigger than the other, almost scratches the ground.

As the whistle stops and the grunts have left the room. Muerte throws the switchblade towards Puss, an opened and probably very dangerously sharp knife, flipping through the air towards him. Puss perks back up again and steps forward to catch the knife perfectly and elegantly. “Tch.” The nerve of this guy!

Muerte licks his teeth again but Puss seemed to enjoy the fight just as much. He tips the blade on the ground and tests its weight, he adjusts his grip looking for the perfect balance to hold it.

“What, too big for your tiny paws, Gatito?” The wolf belittles him and laughs.

“Tss, tss ,tss. Now you’ve made the wrong move, Lobo.” Puss scoffs in response. “It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed a good fight like this.” He lifts the blade and points it directly at him. “Now fight me, if you dare!”

The wolf’s eyes widen and he gets more and more intrigued by the cat. Without his expression changing he chuckles and flips his knife a few times before he catches it.

“Let’s see what this arrogant shit of a little thief has to offer.” He growls and sprints into the fight.

Puss moves quickly now, clearly he has the upper hand in this, Muerte’s short little knife wouldn’t even be able to reach him without the wolf losing his balance, right? Puss goes right for the wolf’s legs, dodging his charging attack without any problem since he aimed way too high to hit the small cat.

The wolf's hind leg stops perfectly in front of Puss after the wolf’s blade glides with inches to spare above the cat’s head. Puss is aiming and ready to strike, suddenly, he feels the wolf’s blade approach him quickly from the side. Locking with Puss’s knife and stopping him from piercing into his leg, the two blades hit with force. Impressed and a little frustrated that the wolf proved his thoughts wrong, the cat quickly moves back with the knife luckily still in his hand.

A second clash strikes the air as the wolf now aims correctly at Puss. One strike after another makes the cat move back until he dodges to the side and gets one glimpse second to analyse the situation. He hasn’t seen anyone yet switching the grip on their knife this quickly. He doesn’t seem to lose his balance either. Quick! He has to think of something before the wolf strikes again.

Too late, the wolf wastes no time and doesn’t let Puss get the chance to think of something, he’s already charged back at him, his blade gliding over the floor about to strike him directly. In a slight panic Puss manages to clumsily block it with his knife which flies a second later through the air behind him leaving him defenceless.

He manages to duck and weave between the next few strikes, the wolf only missing him by a hair. Out of his pocket Puss is able to grab his own knife, way smaller than the one he had in his hands seconds ago, but better then nothing.

He’s able to push the relentless strikes coming at him away from him but again the wolf switches his grip too quickly and his knife glides underneath Puss’s blade, throwing it into the air as well and shoving puss back against a wall.

Out of breath the cat sits leaning against the wall, hitting his head a third time his vision started to get fuzzy. He blinks a few times, no wait, that wasn’t his vision blurring from hitting his head that was- He grabs his head and feels a wet spot.

Blood.

Looking at his paw he sees blood. Blood that has been dripping over his eye making it hard to see. Someone actually managed to cut him. After his held record of no blade being able to touch him, the wolf was the one to break it? He freezes.

The wolf has been standing in the same spot that he made the cat fly from. 

His face flashing a crooked smile when he tilts his head and watches the fear rise in the cat. 

The sudden clack of the butterfly knife closing makes Puss jolt up and stare at the wolf in pure horror. His eyes dart around and he watches him step closer.

“Your fear smells absolutely fantastic, Maestro.” The wolf takes in the air with slow deep breaths then opens his eyes wide and their stare burn into Puss.

The wolf kicks Puss’s knife towards him, he stops a few inches from him still giving the cat some space to breathe it seems. 

“Ready for round two?” His throat growled with joy and excitement.

Puss looks at his knife for a split second, not wanting to take his eyes away from the wolf for a moment too long.

Now shaking and his paw still held in front of him he has to make a decision, QUICK .

The wolf perks up with joy as Puss grabs his knife with insane speed, running directly at the wolf next. He gets ready to strike, Puss seems to aim at his leg again, that’s way too easy, Gatito. Puss barely manages to dodge the blow he knew would come at him, gliding over the floor with his knees and pushing Muertes knife over him with his own. Both of their blades struck the floor. Puss used the chance to curl up and hit the wolf’s elbow to make him lose his balance for a moment.

Knowing he wouldn’t be fast enough, that moment was still enough for Puss and he pulled his knife away, jumping out of the situation. The wolf switches his grip behind him once again and swings his arms in the same direction the cat sprung to. Dodging a fatal blow by hair's width, Puss still feels the knife ripping into his leg.

But he still gets away and off he goes sprinting to the door. The wolf watches him run with a loud chuckle, he makes no effort to go after him.

“You can’t run from me, Gatito!” His voice chimes loudly through the darkness.

Puss barges through the door, ready for the grunts behind them, ignoring the big stupid ones he immediately charges for the smaller one who managed to land a blow on him before. The same haunting whistling tune from before creeps through the air as the cat jumps and kicks the dark cat-like creature's head immediately while he almost flies over them. Not waiting for his opponent to hit the ground Puss immediately continues his sprint after he lands on his feet.

Even when he’s out of the warehouse he can still hear the laughter of Muerte as he runs through the dark alleyways.