OoC:04512-A6 isn't technically a human, but he is referred to as a person.

IC: 04512-A6 jumped up from lying on his back and sat in a squat for a moment, eyeing his scentless opponent. What was this? Everything had a smell. Everything. His sense of smell was much more acute than a human’s, and arguably more so than that of other wild creatures. That he could not catch the scent of this cloaked figure was distressing. Were he a human, he wouldn’t be so fearful, but this was different. In a world of overwhelming stenches, the lack of one was disorienting. He grasped his nose with his fingers, seeing if it was clogged. After all, it was cold. Perhaps it was merely running. He knew that it wasn’t, yet he continued to check, blowing his nose as furiously as he could in intervals. Still, this didn’t help.

The wood pole swerved around and contacted the side of his head with a sharp but unharming thunk, bringing the outside world back to him. He was flung against the decrepit ruins of the ancient building, stone crumbling and dropping down from his point of impact. He threw himself onto his feel and barely managed to avoid another assault by the pursuing figure, who was now clearly quite angry. 04512-A6 ran on all fours around the assailant, then kicked at the heels of the man. Despite being somewhat scrawny, 04512-A6 was remarkably strong, much more so than his humble visage might suggest. The kick brought the man tumbling down onto his rear, and 04512-A6 seized the opportunity, jumping on top of the man. He clawed at the open spot on the thick cloak that betrayed only the face of his foe. 04512-A6 fancied a quick look, but the features were lost under a blanket of night. Frustrated, he backhanded the vulnerable foe across his face, long, twisted nails forming their cruel, snaking mark along his flesh. Hot blood hissed out of the wound, and the man grunted. Adrenaline compelled 04512-A6 to another assault, and he complied, striking just like the time before.

On the third strike, the hand never touched the face. His wrist was caught by the man’s thick hand, and was twisted around painfully. 04512-A6 let out a frantic yelp and pushed off of the foe, who instantly rose to his feet and pointed the thick staff towards the creature huddled before him. He took a moment to eye him, then yelled out in fury as he sent his staff driving harshly toward the cowering 04512-A6. It caught him straight in the cheek and flung him backward. He skidded along the torn, cracked ground on his head (thanks, Love Hina :p), throwing pebbles and a cloud of dust into the air.