Frogspawn Swamp the doctors saved you,

RP is fine no permanent harm this time please, wounds are welcomed

Though the first to lunge at him was match for his height, his bulk she didn’t have. He had leaned forward as if to whisper conspiratorially when in fact he was getting ready for just this outcome. He needed to bleed for a ritual he planned for,  and this would be far easier then drawing his own blood.

He opened his maw wide to protect his vulnerable eyes, bone on bone, teeth to teeth, gums would bleed but they also heal by themselves fairly quickly. The clacking force between he and she, would send reverberations through them both. Not prepared for the force, she’d drive him back some, though he’d remain sitting almost casually, he’d dig in with his hind quarters, claws searching for purchase in the mud, the very same mud that would also impead the femme's forward momentum.

He’d feel more teeth sink into his chest just in front of his left front leg. A thickly furred part due in part to the spring shedding season, but his blood would well around the heretic’s teeth easily enough. He didn't pull away just allowed her to sink her dagger's in, pulling away would do more damage to him then to her.

He did not fear either woman though he wanted to keep the larger one Maw to maw, where he could keep her attacks slightly more minimal, attempting to grab at her jaws and hold her with his own, he did not need to be ripped to shreds just yet, and perhaps they’d let him be if he bled enough for them, The drool coming from his open maw already stained red.