In the glow of his chi blast, Hakkai could see something shift, change - almost too quick to catch it. But the snarl was a warning, just enough for him to shift so he didn't catch whatever it was full-on. As he twisted, he felt claws catch on the fabric of his shirt, tearing it and the skin underneath. Not deep - he'd moved just enough to avoid that, but it still stung. Hissing in anger, he lashed out with his own claws, hoping to strike his foe in retaliation.