Stone Circle Getting up midday makes me tired

1d10 = 6; dodge. 6 is the lucky number, lmao. I assume "dodge" would translate into her attempt at getting him off failing. Lmk tho!

It wasn't the mark he aimed for, but it was good enough. As long as he dealt damage, Corvus was satisfied. He growled while his head shook to and fro with her flesh between his teeth, more blood flooding into his greedy jaws. The behemoth threw her weight at him to try and dislodge him, her body slamming against his face painfully. He had to back up as she moved forwards but was ultimately able to keep his grip and his footing. Corvus would keep his hold there until persuaded to do otherwise, happy to cause pain and draw blood.