Mount Apikuni a spar for your thoughts

With a nod, Grezig leapt into action, dashing straight for him. He expected her to go for his throat right off the bat and tried to dodge according to this prediction, but she seemed to settle for his shoulder instead. It'd been so long since the mercenary had been in a true spar that he expected her teeth to sink right into his flesh with a fresh sting, but this did not happen. There was pressure and discomfort, but nothing more―even as her head shook to and fro. Well, a fight was a fight; he'd take what he could get.

Corvus bent his head down to retaliate with his own bite, aiming for the side of Grezig's neck to try and dislodge her from his shoulder. He had to practically chant in his mind that this was a spar to prevent himself from truly injuring her. It'd have been so much more satisfying when he thrashed his own head if he bit down with just a bit more pressure, feeling the blood trickle into his mouth that welcomed the precious liquid so openly. The nosferatu resisted the temptation, tuning back into how Grezig would react.