Broken Boulder but if i'm never your hero, i can never let you down

Dust and dirt kicked up around them, blurring his half-vision for a moment but it was clear what had happened. He had successfully knocked down the lean male and Ulf aimed to grip the back of his neck firmly. He would make his presence known, his force would be reckoned.

A heavy growl built in his throat and barely made it out of his mouth. He would be rough but he would not draw blood, not yet.

His hurt had never been so swift (not within the Sanctuary, not at Farthest Sea) and so no one would be allowed such a quick end. He would take his time and make them feel every ounce of his bottled emotions. This was just the beginning to a long end. So if he had succeeded in his grasp he would release it now and harshly nip at the place between Alarian's shoulder blades with the aim to draw blood. Not a lot but just something to get started.