Blackfeather Woods words are wind, my friend

The dragging of teeth against his muzzle caused Atshen to let out a roar in pain. Letting go of the others shoulder, the dark of the two backpedaled to make some momentary distance between them. Though his snout throbbed angrily,  Atshen did not give him. Shaking his head from side to side, the child watched his brother with burning eyes, knowing that he had to do what he had not accomplished before. He had to kill Abraxas.

Without much warning, the show-colored Spiderling sprung forward with his jaws wide in an attempt to latch onto the argent-colored boy’s throat.