Redsand Canyon hurry up before your blood runs cold

what saved germanicus' tooth was closing his mouth at the last moment. he took her blow to glance along his jawline. the grunt that came from him was minute but audible. the eagle spit blood into the churning sand and as aquene sent herself low, he kept his targeted limb where it was.

his own teeth aimed for the now exposed back of her head, just behind her skull. it would be a killing bite in a battle, and her opponent would only suffer a mangled arm. it was wound that could be dire but not fatal.

the medicus had shown him good strategy.

germanicus meant to pin aquene for a moment. he allowed her to rise, flagging his plume as he backed away.

"again."