Redsand Canyon And all I want is a little hope

Renard went down.
Derg, after detaching, followed for his second attack, ready to go for his face.
See how he liked it.
But before he could deliver his next bite, legs kicked up into his gut.

A hard, powerful movement that yielded not, making his head jerk up, spluttering and winded.
Derg staggered sideways, away from Renard.
He really should not have told him that.
Derg retched, but nothing thankfully came up. He almost crumpled, the pain great.

He recovered enough though, enough to glare at Renard. He looked so fucking smug.
Derg watched him, shifting defensively, to protect himself this time.