Swiftcurrent Creek The fury that eats me alive

Jace fought hard blow after blow he defended and returned. The feeling of exhaustion was starting to wear him down. His already scarred shoulder was ripped open, he had a new wound to the side of his muzzle, that would scar and his chest ached from he was fairly certain was an overused and torn muscle or tendon. His breathing was hard and labored. He backed up for a new onslaught, his limbs almost shaking with exhaustion, but you couldn’t see the tremors unless you looked closely. He strongly believed that this would be a brawl to the death if they kept it up, but both were too stubborn to give up…maybe he shouldn’t be so stubborn.

Tilting his black head he spoke on a pant…. We are going to kill each other, when we are supposed to be figuring out how to get Leaf and Magpie back here to your pack and safe. We are being fools. Jace admittedly had been the bigger fool at the time, but now he was trying to make it right. He looked towards Bazi hoping she could step in and leash her brute.