Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

It felt like someone had stricken his ear with flames. The ear Memory had hit was the one already partially torn by Hela, the man's claws succeeding in tearing it the rest of the way off. It was only about a quarter of the ear but it bled like crazy and hurt like hell, Valour's pupils began to dilate as he forgot it was a spar and snapped for Memory's neck with a Savage snarl. Missing he frantically reared up onto his hind legs again, the move shaky and forepaws intended for Memory's blindspot instead swept past and fell to the ground again harmlessly as he stated and breathed heavily from his nose sounding like an enraged stallion as he regained a little bit of his senses and glared Memory down with something closer to actual anger now as his ear dripped scarlet onto his pelt.