Two Rivers Isle spikeroog

The man's fangs worked their way through the flesh on Troy's muzzle, scraping across without rhyme or reason and soon enough they are gone as Troy pushes his opponent forward.

The ghost's jaws kept snapping as he moved forward, and as Troy attempted to pin him down, chin tucked tightly to his throat to protect the tender flesh, those yellowed fangs connected with the leg that had been aiming for his body.

The lion's lips raised in a snarl and the warm taste of blood gushed into his mouth as it pooled down from his muzzle.

Recalculating, he aimed straight at the muzzle of his opponent, to crush and damage and get him the hell off his leg.