"Yeah I get it, I'm one skinny lookin' bastard..." Āzon said nonchalantly with a shrug "Though food ain't really hard to find 'round here. I just haven't been taking much care of myself." As he answered the titaness' curiosity about his weak-looking figure, she'd begin circling his frame. The hackles on his scruff spiked at the drop of a hat and his eyes followed every movement she made closely, unconsciously forming his body into defensive position for when a possible fight breaks out. They ask where he hails from — is she trying to squeeze information out of him? "You look like you're itchin' to pounce. Trying to size me up aren't you?" He said with suspicion in both his narrowed eyes and voice. Maybe thats the reason he was approached in the first place...

Before the female even mustered out an answer, she lunged towards him with fangs at the ready. Her jaws wrapped around his throat and flung his frame into the mud below, threatening to crush his windpipe. This was a dangerous position to be in, he had to maneuver quickly before something ripped.

The brute snarled and launched his hind legs into her stomach, rolling from under the titaness and getting back into his lowered position. Whatever attack the female planned to do next, Āzon would have to carfully plan his next counter. 

Yet again would his opponent come after his neck and tackle him to the ground, this time violently shaking him back and forth into the dirt. It was clear that she'd been targeting his delicate jugular area, as if attempting to kill him — and he wouldn't let it happen. The male reached his front limbs over her shoulders and pulled the dame close to the side of his head, turning his muzzle to bite down on the side of her own neck and flip the both of them over on the ground.

The brute was loosing the strength to continue the fight. His breath was heavy and his vision was staring to get hazy with pain. As much as he wanted to continue, it was clear that Āzon was going to pass out at any moment. Before he could however, the female growled something near Āzon's ear whilst clasping his throat:

"Ya gotta be shitting me woman, don't start messin' around now..." he thought to himself.

In his last bit of stubbornness before he passed out, the male reached up and clamped down on her muzzle, snarling and looking her in the eye at the sideways angle he'd been put in.

After he'd muttered those words, she did exactly what was told and finished what she started. Violently was he tossed around while his vision began blacking out from the pain in his neck, warm blood trickling down his chest before being thrown a few inches away from where he currently lied. 

And then, the prince would slip out on consciousness. The world around him faded to black but he still breathed in steady, painful breaths. Āzon was not dead, but was out like a light with the side of his face in the mud.