Blackfeather Woods to thirst, to crave

A swallow was heard. A swallow. A look of desperation now painted the warrior's face as he realized what his opponent had just swallowed. The pain in his ear, the chill half way through it as air pricked it uncomfortably.

The bastard ate his ear!

This fight had taken a sour turn, not only was he randomly being attacked by a deranged stranger, but he was being feasted upon! Bit by bit, with every chunk this man would tear away. Rosencrantz was no longer fighting for the sake of coming out ontop, to leave simply as a victor - but to leave with as much of himself as possible. 

Continuing his assault, he kept his maw snapping with a ripping motion to try and tear off chunks off of his own belonging to the crazed bastard. At the base of his neck the man managed to sink his teeth into Rosencrantz and in the meantime the paladin focused on ripping the man's own eye out if he could. Blind him, do something, then once he could see the space to escape - he would.

Fighting crazy could only lead to two things the longer they fought. Especially against a bloody cannibal.