Sleepless I dream of the day [m]

Finally another substantial hit. Charon seemed unable to fight back and Dante gripped harder, filled with sudden and overwhelming anger. He wanted to kill this wolf. Bite down until he met bone and keep going. The urge rose in his throat like bile and he teetered, almost mindless with the fury of it.

Luckily, a voice came through from somewhere in his rational mind. This was not the wolf he wanted to kill, not truly. And as this reason gained ground, another made it's way through. What war would he invite if he did so?

So he let go, wheeling backwards a short ways before lowering his battered head with a full, albeit weary snarl. Go, he thought violently, and it showed in his posture clearly. Go now. If Charon wanted another go, he would meet it. But he would have a harder time staying his violence next time he knew.