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He felt a sharp sting at his neck, and felt the trickles of blood rolling down to fall and create a little red stain upon the white snow, though it did little to deter him. He was winning, and felt the surge of confidence drive him on further. Already he could see the arm hanging loosely from the creature's side, and it gave him a sick satisfaction to see the wolverine begin to back off. To his words, Aries only responded with a smirk, a simple gesture to show that the only emotion he was gaining from this experience was amusement. "I'm sure it will. But I think you should watch your back because at the rate you're going at, your bones will be lining the edges of my den."

Perhaps this would be a mutual hatred that lasted a lifetime, for although the Reaper had not originally cared, this beast was incredibly infuriated and was not likely to drop this grudge. If he wasn't willing to accept defeat, he should not expect Aries to either. The Svartell lunged again, but the thing darted out of the way. It did not matter, his task was complete - he was certain the wolverine would not wish to hang around any longer.