Blackbeak Bluff It’s a hit and run

He hits his mark with her ear and tastes blood as it booms over his taste buds. They nick each other here and there and by the end of it they’re both a little bit bloody — just how Alduin likes it. Being covered in blood, Alduin doesn’t care if it’s his own or someone else’s, but he revels in the feeling either way. 

Only when Nyra makes her next move she’s pinning him down by his neck and in that moment he knows he’s been bested by his pale sparing partner once more. She’s been relentlessly fighting for as long as he’s known her and then some, he doesn’t expect to win the second he fights her, but still it stings his pride. He knows if it were a real fight she could’ve ended him right then and there. He would’ve let her too, maybe then silence would befriend him once more. 

Alduin is still alive though and from his position on the ground he grunts out an “Alright,” signaling he’s had enough and she’s won. 

If she lets him up he’d move to his feet swiftly and shake out a dark pelt surely covered in drool, blood and earthly foliage. If she doesn’t he’d simply lay there, expression delightfully blank, waiting for her weight to move off of him.