Phoenix Maplewood and with that timber, burn a hundred fires

His steely dexterity remains unfazed as the woman claws against him; her attempts are tackless and desperate. Her claws occasionally find purchase on his marred skin, but the impact it leaves is not enough to slow his attack, nor halt the countdown to her total perdition. He makes a move to lunge forth, throwing his weight into the motion as he grips her closest ear in his bear-trap jaws and rips, severing the appendage clean from its place on her head. It releases from its chamber with a satisfying tear, and he tosses it to the side; there is still much more left to take. Vaati does not bother to take another breath before returning his canines to her flesh, tasting the erratic beat of her heart through the soft skin of her nape.