Blackfoot Forest blood & iron

His plunge sent forth a wave of motion between the trees, like embers tossed from a fire that licked the air. As he narrowly dodged a branch that could have pierced his chest, Revui swayed sidelong against a broad stump - but he was already reacting to those fleeing bodies, and ignored the blow to his ribs. His belligerence was commonplace for him, and while the blow hurt he had fared with far worse. The flesh would bruise in the next day or so but none of that mattered as he hooked his teeth in to red fur and pulled, hearing the choked yowl of a fox defeated, then snapped at another, and watched as the bear-woman came down hard against the remaining few; those that did not scatter would be torn apart, their blood anointing the pair. It was, perhaps, the most fun Revui had ever had.