Redhawk Caldera I am Spartacus

Fleeing in this post, damage from Sebastian: 8, but he manages to leave

He opened his eyes to find himself staring at red. His attack had found the red woman's shoulder, not the brute that he wanted. With a growl, he let go at the same moment she shook him off. It had made things worst, as the tank charged at him like a buffalo, all rage. It was the woman's fault, not his! She got in his way.

Zoratto was not quick enough to escape the bison-wolf's jaws, the gray wolf's fangs digging deep into his neck. It did not reach any thing vital, yet it was bloody and painful. He yelped, his fangs flashing and aiming for his temple in attempt for the wolf to let him go. He twisted away, running back to the golden plains, leaving a bloody trail in his wake and refusing to let his tail tuck between his legs. Even when he retreated, a Dotharan warrior did not submit.