Duskfire Glacier revengeance

Yelping and crying during a playfight usually signaled to the aggressor that it was time to back off, but this was no play fight. Makatza's teeth only tightened and Veteran screamed. There was an audible rip as his skin tore. Blood gushed down Veteran's crown and into his eyes. He flailed wildly, legs kicking out and continuing to land against Makatza. It was not a strategic move anymore, though-- he was a wounded animal, blinded by his own blood and lashing out randomly. 

Finally, his half-sister let up for reasons unknown. Perhaps her jaw had gotten tired clenching against bone and flesh. His bone and flesh. Veteran scrambled backwards away from her, growing. He blinked furiously, trying in vain to clear the blood from his vision. 

"Fine," he spat out. "You won. You're stronger." There was a slight tremor to his voice, which he hated. He swiped at his eyes-- because of the blood, of course. He wasn't crying! He wasn't!

It wasn't about him, anyway. It was about Siku. Makatza might have won the fight, but at least she now knew that she couldn't get away scot-free for picking on a little kid. That had to be worth some of this pain, right? 

Veteran heaved breaths into his small frame, waiting for Makatza to go. No way was he turning his back on her.