Serpent Lake my spirit rises off the plate

Just as she had done, Phares managed to pierce skin too, though he ashamed of himself for doing so. It was the Heartless' will to see violence and destruction upon their world, and Phares had no wish to participate. He withdrew as quickly as he had struck, akin to a biting viper, feeling no pity for the demon but remorse for his lapse of willpower.

The wound on his muzzle stung, and he would have to wash it as soon as he was rid of this female, lest his soul become tainted. Yet she lunged again! The priest had no time to scuttle away again and bore the brunt of her attack, feeling teeth sink into his shoulder. He snarled as pain seared from that area but did not reciprocate, instead letting himself fall under her weight, aiming to squirm his smaller form out from under her before she got a better hold.