Fairspell Meadow message man

Silence had never been a good sign when it came to facing an opponent and the experienced fighter easily caught sight of the stranger's bold attack. Tanja tucked his head in on instinct to protect his neck, but doing so resulted in his face taking the majority of the attacker's blow. He already felt as his blood mixed with the cool air around him while tiny beads of crimson spilled from his muzzle. 

He hissed in pain as he pulled away from the dark man's fangs, skin tearing away in the process. Not wishing to take another major hit, Tanja moved to the offensive and aimed to snap at the stranger's face, hoping to damage an eye. Though any flesh he is able to pierce at the moment is enough to satisfy the gray man.