Silver Creek a court held in ashes

Leonidas HP = 5 (-5 from 5 roll)
His Roll = 5

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Her words cut through him like lightning. Dysis might as well have torn off his ears with that sharp serpant's tongue of hers. But the mouth on this virago would soon belong to him, and he expected the snake to turn into a songbird. Plaything to perform as he saw fit. The Roman sought to snatch her strings and play with this wench like a puppet.

As intended, the top of her muzzle was his. Snarling mixed with a groan as Leonidas relished in her feeble attempts to break free. Of course, he knew the danger he was in, but for a moment all that mattered was the utter pain he had managed to inflict upon this hellish girl. Her writhing had made him excited to the point where before she clasped her teeth around his lower jaw, he attempted to mount. Thwarted.

The heartbeat that thrummed from his hot gaping wound grew softer and softer as her hand was forced. Now it moved to pound behind his eyes, golden vision filling with bloodlust as she retaliated. It was his turn to feel the shock, nostrils flaring in agonizing pain as he was sure she must have pierced up through his chin. Teeth clashed with teeth, eyes locked onto eyes, and the rain continued to fall. The steaming blood that now was indecipherable between the two warriors began to trickle and pool in Leo's throat, causing him to wretch, but he would not be the one to withdraw. It would take the Gods themselves to tear him off of her. And so they spoke.

White light illuminated the battle ground, an immediate thunderous roar following suit. Without any hesitation, Leonidas released the woman, stumbling back into a tired yet ready stance. The Gods had spoken then, just as he thought of it. The bastard's tongue slithered through jutted blood soaked teeth, bared in a grimace that both showcased pain and abhorrence. This was not how he imagined things going, and the idea of ending things on a tie sent the beast into a vicious temper tantrum. "Enough of this! The Gods are not pleased. Though I wish to tear you limb from limb and mount what is left, it will not happen today Dysis." Spitting insults in her face, he wished his own sharp words would stab her clear through that pretty little head of hers.