The Heartwood Take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.

Despite his best attempts, the stranger was not interested in backing down. The faceoff fueled the stranger, while the stranger's antagonistic behavior fueled Rosencrantz's frustration and rage. His growl deepened, the snarl snapped as foam spewed from his lips, bubbling as he tightened his grip between his own fangs as they ground furiously against one another. They were both simply in no shape to be fighting, and yet this mad man was intent on starting one! The famine had stolen much of both their muscle mass, even Rose could see in the stranger's body the lack of fat.

But that didn't deter him either. The younger man lunged forward feining for his one remaining eye - the boy was either stupid to go for his better half or was doing what most did when facing a foe with a missing half of a face. It was a calculated guess, from experience cultivated over and over from one encounter to the next, and thankfully this time, he guessed right.

Immediately as the boy went to aim for one, Rose was already prepared to defend his other. Willing to take the chance that perhaps his educated guess would go, either way, he felt as if he had a 75% chance on being right as opposed to the 50/50 most would assume when faced with two equally healthy beasts. Quickly he aimed an attack on his off side, clashing ivory against ivory as the skin along his neck took most of the damage while being blunted with his counter. Attempting to thrust the other's face up and away while ducking down with his own attack to try and grab at his chest.

Current wounds: a gash along his neck