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Despite him not being hungry, meals would only elude him if he allowed them to. This rabbit was not so lucky, meeting its demise in the barbaric smash of his bear-like paws. He knelt to puck up the heated corpse, but his aud, a trianglular radar, snatched up the scant sound that was...
on its way. And quickly.

Out from the gloom of Neverwinter flew a ghost, starch and pristine in both form and intent, though he had already taken her meal with full seconds to spare. She was too slow, and the draining rabbit was proof of it. However, rather than acknowledging her loss, the wench attempted shoveling her wounded pride into an attack, one the brute was well enough ready for. With his skull still facing down at the meal, he braced himself and took an angle with firm and muscle-stocked hinds, offering the slim muzzle of the hellion a massive shoulder in which her fangs would lodge. However, with her attack would come a cost, as once the trigger of pain was pulled, Slade would thrust his mountainous body forward, the momentum remarkable enough to either shove her away cleanly if she dislodged, or shatter numerous teeth if she insisted on taking a chunck of him, instead.

The Nightmare King was merciless when it came to battles, only resulting to something as crude as fighting when it came to settling an uncivil dispute with another, which usually reigned him victorious, size and might of the behemoth forcing the opposer to submit before he even need lay a fang on them. However, scorn was what fueled the woman, sand Slade knew fully how scornful a woman could be. Lest she wind up more injured than what such a pretty frame should, Slade would brutalize her until she learned her place.