Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

Valmúa‘s attack was thwarted by their assailant, bucked away by Kigipigak who pressed his teeth harder into Njord because of the effort. Though the woman’s assault had been negated, it afforded the seafarer time to bite down onto his captor’s face, slicing skin like a scythe while white hair stuck in-between his incisors. The tang of blood spilled into his tongue, scarlet washing the other man until he looked like Rosencrantz of Sapphique. The vice of fangs was loosened, and Njord slipped away, stumbling back on three legs.

However, the incensed Kigipigak was quick to lunge again. Njord, still committed to the fight, attempted to side-step the flurry. His inexperience would prove painful, as his miscalculation allowed the white wolf’s teeth to find him once again. Like a viper, Kigipigak’s strike landed hard on his cheek. Though much of it was hair, Njord could feel the punctures go deep into his skin. It was enough to seep the adrenaline from his veins and cause a nauseating anxiety to form in his gut.

Flight! his body started to scream. He was losing this battle. Could he take another hit?

Before the man could form a tighter grasp, the Sveijarn tore himself away. He would not wait to see if Valmúa‘s shove landed. Njord sprinted North, until all the adrenaline was drained from his body – then his gait would turn into a sore and painful hobble until he finally returned to Sapphique as, decidedly, the loser.