Haunted Wood desperation

Revui rolled a 15 for his trespass role! I am not sure if that means he dies or recieves a major wound; either way, feel free to determine how damaged he gets. I am accepting of all wounds, superficial or otherwise!

As often as Revui had studied battle, learned of combat and technique, of the history of his family and the great warriors within, he had never been faced with a force quite like this. He'd always been the protector; he defended the limits of Moonspear in his youth with such fervor to win the favor of his parents, then guarded his siblings as they came down from the mountain home, trailed in the surrounding territories with the desire to draw blood from his enemies... And somehow it had led to this moment. An inflated ego, a sense of power and strength that held no further root; he faced his targets with the voracious nature taught to him by @Hydra, trained in to him by @Ayla and @Lyra. He had outgrown fighting beside @Arcturus and yet, facing this shadow, there was a flicker of connection in his mind — he saw his brother standing before him for a heartbeat, drenched in carnelian reds, dark like blood stains. It did not dissuade Revui from what he desired; although he faltered for a breath, seeing that familiarity there.

It did not last. The stranger was facing off, then running to him — faster than he'd anticipated, with much more power in her haunches than he'd given her credit for. She was suddenly there, slipping beside him and reaching with snapping teeth; she did not aim for his face, although Revui ducked away from her all the same as if expecting a blow. He ducked his chin and snarled as he moved — but she was sleek, quick, reaching for the bulk of his torso and managing more than a few points of contact before he could tear himself free of her teeth. His silver coat was stained with fresh red thereafter. He wheeled about with a pivot of his forequarter, trying to block further access to his periphery by swinging himself in a semi-circle and thrust his thick skull in to the line of fire — the opposite of how he had been taught, but desperation soon became clear.

He dove for her with a frenzy previously unseen; the way the brutish boy had charged headlong towards the scent of wolves was nothing compared to the bludgeoning way he thrust himself after her, fierce and strong and full of outward momentum. He was a large creature and he knew how to weild himself, but it was now done with a sense of necessity — if he could not grab her now, if he could not overpower her, he would soon fall victim to the frequent slicing of her teeth. He did not immediately intend to harm her to the point of death, yet the scent of the blood leaking from his side sent him in to a rage, and he could not hold back.