Heron Lake Plateau [m] Got death on his breath, halitosis

Could prob fast forward a bit through their tussling if you want?? Up to you, idk what you might have planned!

Tybault felt the spray of blood across his chest and his face, warm at first but rapidly chilling in the night air. He spat the bloody toe onto the ground and lunged again. Like some mindless bristling machine he locked in on his target, and nothing would sway him from it.

He was not mindful of the man's teeth tearing through his own skin. He hardly felt it. There was pressure here and there, the warmth of his own blood, a deep itch he felt in his bones, but no pain. Not yet.

Tybault made no attempt to defend himself. His sole focus was the crushing snap of his jaws, his only goal to see the man's legs mangled beyond all repair.