Phantom Hollow Wanna Know How I Got These Scars? (m)

Her hit countered his own, and he felt her teeth tear through his own flesh, some muscle being torn as well. But the pain was only fuelling his bloodlust. He was no fighter, but he would do all he could. All signs of civilised behavior, any behavior but the darkness was gone. There was no more conflict in his mind. Just kill, kill, kill. Ignoring the pain, he made for his own attack toward her side, gnashing wildly with spit flying from his maw.