Haunted Wood Break me down, you’ve got a lovely face

Homeboy rolled a 10. The suspense!!!! He’s about to get humbled ;>

Okay. Perhaps Santi underestimated his vicious friend here. She does mean business and he’s getting the worst end of it. His face is absolutely shredded. New scars to add to his already abundant selection. If he lives that is. Which he fully intends to, but he never knows what luck has in store for him. Santi is a superstitious man, perhaps this is karma coming back to bite him in the ass — quite literally. 

It seems his shaking and tearing of flesh doesn’t do much. Even though he feels her blood blooming onto his tongue, she isn’t as damaged as he would hope. It doesn’t stop him from trying though. So, as previously mentioned, Santi has shit for honor. He would try his best to expose her weakness. Well, he’s trying to but she’s going for his face once more. They’re face to face snapping at one another savagely and her teeth catch on his jaw and damn near dislocate it. He’d have a hard time eating after this. Only she creeps lower and lower; he feels her teeth slash at his neck, horribly close to his jugular. His throat is ripped open, but it’s not lethal — not yet anyway. He knows he has to back up. Santi dislodges himself and drops low to the ground to try and dodge her next bites. 

All he sees is red. There’s blood flying everywhere — mainly his — and a sadistic, toothy smirk plays on his maw. The pain and thrill of death excites him. Oh to meet his maker this day. It would be glorious.

He moves swiftly, sinking low and his teeth go straight for her extended belly. Snapping at her lower side in hopes of disemboweling her. Surely it would do some damage. He’s just as large and muscled as she is and his teeth equally honed. He would snap, hold, shake violently. He is easily open for an attack, but he hopes that even if he dies, he’d take the bastard children the rest in her belly with him.