The Heartwood Running down the halls

She was screaming at him and all he could do was snap his teeth in her face and try to shut her up, earning her a few more cuts and bruises; he didn't want to kill her so quickly, relishing in the raw power he felt flooding his system with the adrenaline. But she was persistent, wriggling, panicking, snapping her own teeth at him - until she got a glancing blow across his snout that made him recoil for a split second. It was enough for her to get free — and then there were the thunderous sounds of her racing feet as the Blackfeather woman fled for her life. Revui roared with indignation - furious that his plaything had escaped, furious that his domination was over, and furthermore he was livid that she was going to survive him.

Revui lunged for her, throwing himself in to a cacophonous run along her bloody path, but found himself staggering and stumbling. He came crashing to earth as if she had struck him hard across the face, but the foul woman was long gone by the time he settled against the snow. Blood was seeping from the wounds to his face, the tears to the flesh of his shoulder and chest, and he was weak from the bloodloss. His bezerker fury had finally shown its real downside, leaving Revui panting and useless in the snow.