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The man struggles for his life but Alduin is heartless, emotionless in his next attack. Heading straight for his neck, the shock of getting his own foot chewed off is enough to distract him for a moment. That’s when the hellhound hits him, taking him down to the ground with a savage growl and a face splattered with blood. His teeth grab a hold and he shakes him there too. Not as hard as he did with his leg, but he does it more to immobilize and disorient him.

Don’t kill him yet. Don’t kill him yet. He repeats to himself.

A second later Alduin drops him on the sand like he’s burning him and backing up a foot or two. His hackles stand high down the length of his nape and spine, his chest and ribs expand and shrink rapidly with his heavy breathing. His jaw hangs open, pearly whites dripping with blood and drool, stringing savagely off his chin. Alduin’s entire face is bloody and so are his rips on the left side. He bleeds heavily from the slash and puncture marks made to his muscular shoulder and side, even his flank and leg too. 

Xynos lies on the ground, his own chest heaving just as much as Alduin’s and a blank look in his eyes. His foot lies a few feet away from the rest of his body, his leg wound bleeds profusely and his neck follows quickly behind. Alduin knows he didn’t hit his jugular though, he would’ve already bleed out if he did.

Alduin would stand there for a few more seconds to catch his breath, repeatedly rasping a tongue over his lips and nose to catch the blood that flows heavily from it. He’s probably got a broken nose because he can’t hardly breathe out of it. 

Eventually, he would step over to him, towering over the grounded man to snap up the nap of his neck in his merciless grasp. He’d struggle to drag him to the churning waters, dropping him once more before looking down into the dark waves. It would be a borderline impossible feat to get him over there both without drowning the dying man or himself. And he can’t even breathe through his nose. 

Fuck.

He huffs out a breath and doesn’t even think about it a second later before grabbing him by the base of his skull, on the highest part of his nape. He would descend into the depths just as he came, struggling to keep both of their heads above the waves. His muscles ache and he can hardly breath — the salt water burns his wounds like hellfire,

But it’s well worth the sacrifice.