Blackwater Islands I’ve got my contact high

Dust flew. Fur flailed against the forced breeze. Arashi could taste the drawn blood from the boy beneath his hold. 

Alduin thrashed his paws, but the hound would not release. Claws trailed along his snout, adding to the amount of scars. He even tried to force away his hold with a tucked face. Hind limbs flailed too, aiming for his underbelly and man parts. Arashi could see this from the corner of his eye and managed to dance to the side. One foot did scrape against the site between his legs, but this wasn't the first had ever been struck; thus, the pain wasn't overbearing. 

This new position allowed him to re-angle the hold on the Executioner's throat. While Arashi continued to shake the figure violently. Crimson flood spewed around him, staining the man's chest. He raised a foot and pressed down over Alduin's shoulder.

All the while of this continuous battery, a loud voice called out over the sound of growls and snarls. The hound's nose twitched. As it appeared, their fight would come to an end. No one would lose their life, today.

Giving a final shake, Arashi's released his hold, letting what of the boy had been in the air to slump over the ground with a thud. He then turned to face the one who had addressed the squabbling pair. 

I was just giving your "Executioner" a reality check. A smart mouthed one, he is. He spoke with heaving breaths; and rightfully so, given the many wounds he had endured to result triumphant against the arrogant boy. The cold tone would not sneer, but it was far too clear of how much disdain he held.