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When she lifted herself off of the ground with himself on her back, he was utterly confused. He kept his hold on her, but that did not matter―what Grezig did next was a move he'd never seen before. She threw herself back to the ground at such an angle that he landed first and she right after. Her weight slammed his upper body into the ground hard, and he grunted from the blunt trauma to his head.

Dazed, his vision was swirly and blurred for several heartbeats. When Corvus came to, he realized that Grezig was weighing his face down. Oh, how the tides could turn. He had to truly ponder for a moment to think of how the hell he'd get himself out of this. It wouldn't be a graceful escape. Corvus scooted his body away from Grezig, head still pinned under her shoulder and neck. He then twisted himself so that his belly was on the ground, causing uncomfortable strain on his neck. Then, he shoved Grezig's front half off of him with his forelegs.

Head finally free, he held it upright and shook the tension out of his neck once on his feet. Several chuckles passed through his panting breaths before he breathed out, Impressive. Not a second later, the mercenary launched himself at her as she presumably made to get back to her own feet. His fangs met flesh once again, now at Grezig's scruff. Corvus kept his body angled away from her own teeth and shook his head around, though his teeth only made little indentations in her skin.