Ankyra Sound none and none together are still none

When the demon's fangs truly pierce him, there was no mistaking it even through the haze of adrenaline. Sharp needle-points and then jarring force whispered flaring pain into his nerves, and an enraged howl tore through him as the muscles in his neck violently protested being clamped down upon by the wicked creature's jaws. Not even the taste of blood on his tongue could soothe his temper or aching pride.

As soon as he could shake himself free, Marbas tore away from the cursed place, no longer caring if the demon had killed his sister. Why do I always fight? he wondered, his neck and shoulder burning as he tore away like a bat from hell. It never solves anything. People end up hurt, and I still don't know what became of Ishild. Why do I always fight?

Is him getting away like this alright? If not let me know and I'll change it. Otherwise, thanks for the scar thread!