Blackwater Islands I’ve got my contact high

Alduin’s not surprised by the man’s vigor in battle, for Alduin’s in the same. Yet Alduin does not see how his kicks hardly land, he has a vicious grip on his throat. Perhaps Alduin has something to learn from him after all. 

Something Alduin is surprised about is his brother’s voice ringing out to thing — loud and booming, full of anger and question. His eyes would shift over briefly, but his attack on the male’s face and soft belly would continue until he’d pull off. The dark hellhound would scoff as he does so, taking in a deep breath for air much needed afterwards, a low growl simmering on his lips as he death glares the other two men. 

How dare his brother interrupt them. Alduin would’ve gotten out of his hold eventually…

Still, he would stand, visibly not putting much weight on his injured leg and sneering out a low “As if.” to the agouti man. 

He addresses his brother then, a deep scowl on his bloody face. “A fight, brother, what does it look like?” He rumbles out, voice ripe with dark sarcasm.