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

Time ticked so slowly. He could feel his own pulse as it beat to its own drum, under his paw, he could feel the same for the gargoyle underneath him. Their drums beat to a different rhythm, but both as strong and feverish. As he felt the struggling male slow, Rosencrantz could feel his breath try to catch up, bleeding, bruised, he had to make sure that the greyscale man was done before heading off to heal. 

Half expecting the boy to leap up and begin round two, Rose braced himself for the worst until... nothing. The boy fell limp and the bitter victory belonged to the alabaster warrior. With a heavy sigh, he stepped off of his opponent and began to walk away, leaving behind him the boy to recover at his own pace and hopefully, not wake up until Rose was far, far, far away from him.