The Sunspire All these lost halos wash away

Feeling confident as he neared the man, Glaukos all but grinned through his teeth as they parted and as he sought to grab the man's face, he was surprised by the twist of his old body and the sudden, abrupt, painful eruption of a shoulder against his own chin. It clipped him hard and forced his mouth closed across empty air. The boy very nearly bit his own tongue with how sharp that closure was; he would feel the strain of this in the next few days throughout his jaw and neck.

With a snarl of frustration Glaukos pivoted on his heel and pushed off the earth at a strange angle, driving himself again towards Germanicus without heeding how the elder had repositioned himself. There was a thrust of something against his own throat as Germanicus' teeth cut upward through the air and his grizzled muzzle slammed against the side of Glaukos' neck.

The boy had to relent in that moment, sputtering for breath, spitting dryly as he twisted away and punched at the earth, tail straight-out and whipping.