The Tangle Pure intention juxtaposed

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The bastard allowed himself to feel the stillness before the storm, to embrace the static through the air as the finality of his warning went unheeded. He knew nothing was going to stop the connection of fangs to his hide, so he forced himself to remain still as the barbaric pest rushed him. He would allow his enemy's vehement angst to fuel his own dark fury. 

The man hit him with a clip of fangs with acute accuracy just behind his right shoulderblade. He flet the wind rush clear from the space between them, replaced with the passionate push of ebergy the male exherted onto Priest - the blow was solid and sharp, and it wasn't a moment later that Priest felt himself naturally fall in line with the bide of time. Those precious seconds he gifted the peon to level his power and attack, those same destructive seconds were the ones used for Priest to lean with the sharp connect and use it against him. Energy, neither created nor destroyed, was a memorable lesson for all predators. And Priest was no fool on this tactic, as he used the momentum gifted to him by the adversary to pull a handsome maw over his mauled shoulder, grip the foe by the side of his own scruff, and attempt to fling him free in a slam away from him and his now lightly imbedded shoulder. 

This was going to end bloodily for both of them, he thought. Surely this decision would cost him considering the male was locked into the flesh, not necessarily the meat. This was gonna fuckin' hurt.

Damage received: 3/5

Health reduced to: 17/20

Damage dealt in response: 4/5

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