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As he finally made contact Firefly felt the satisfying slice of his teeth through flesh; he pulled, throat filling with blood that gurgled out of the corners of his mouth and between his teeth, and released as the woman set her sights on survival and began to retaliate with more fervor.

For a few moments they parried jaws; blood smearing between the two of them like some kind of purposeful ritual. Would the blood satiate the beast, send it back to the void from whence it came? Unlikely. The woman's teeth cut through his flesh next, sharp and quick and desperate, and he was temporarily driven back.