Firestone Hot Springs A little bit dangerous, a little bit sweet

Something sharp broke off in his shoulder, neck feeling wet. Something pierced through his undercoat, the dark navy blue sheen becoming much more noticable as it got wetter. Was that...his blood? Or hers?

His mania subsided momentarily and the words flew out of his maw, conflicting wth his body's language in more ways than one. He nearly bit his own tongue off trying to speak while his body forced him to snap back at her circling body. She had recovered, and so was his sanity. But his body refused to give it up.

"I do not want to kill you-[font]" The words hung sour in his mouth as if his body was punishing him for saying such a reckless thing. And in retaliation, he felt his neck grow sore. His body hadn't been excercised this way in so long, and the taxed muscles protested as he kept crouched, following her circuits with his own. His brain screamed directly into his ears, heart racing and adrenaline trying it's hardest to keep him going. His mind flew with thoughts.
She will eat you.
She will end you.
She is your end.

Pride was gone at this point; now was just him trying to fight himself moreso than her. He, as all predators did, had the ability to kill. But did he want to? Or did his past want a reason to exist? What would Arana think-

It didn't matter what she thought. She wasn't involved.

Rage from within boiled over, and again he was a dark navy shark, attacking from below. He couldn't find it in him to bend his neck upwards; his neck was getting more sore by the second. So his ownly alternative would be to ruin her structure from underneath. Brutish body weaving low, he curbed a majority of his remaining strength into his hinds, thinking to use his head or his shoulder as a battering ram to simply shove this girl down. She was a heft lady herself, and woman or not, she was smart. Whichever way she chose to move would dictate whether it was his head or his shoulder which would land. Knowing it was much more risky to use his head, he prayed his aim hadn't gone astray with his exhertion. [/font]