Ankyra Sound i came with that .38, i'm leavin' with a body

Their teeth clashed in a fury of unrestrained malice, a vicious dance of blood and avidity. He always found it was different fighting a woman - they held more passion in their step which made them stronger warriors. She snares his upper lip in her jaw briefly before he pulls away, taking flesh and hair with it. She - whoever she was - had drawn first blood. Vaati narrows his eyes, running over the wound to taste the result on his tongue. In return, his own canines seek the soft of her neck, pushing all his weight into lunging forth in order to briefly daze her. In the act does his forelimbs slip around her back, draping his figure over her frame.