Ouroboros Spine run as fast as you can

Arverk managed to slip free of his teeth. Somehow. It was difficult to really tell how much skin was in your mouth sometimes. The Roman scampered away, none the worse for wear. Damn it. Circling the immobile Zeta - an action that made him feel all the more hyper aware of Arverk's location - he came at Tatsuya with open jowls, face to face. His bridgework may have been somewhat yellowed but they were in straight rows, he noted. In the compendiary seconds admiring the Epsilon's dentition, Tatsuya panicked and darted past Arverk, their furs brushing together. That was close. Using the wet grass and momentum to his advantage, to spun around to sink his teeth into the Roman's hide. However, Arverk was one step ahead of him, nimbly keeping clear of his fangs by taking a few steps forward. The only rewarding thing was the cool, damp air on his tongue as he took in some fresh air. His opponent would use this as moment to attack with a certainty. Tatsuya was ready and waiting with slavered teeth and resolute eyes.