Ravensblood Forest standing waves

d: 3 / a: 7

crowell felt the captain’s teeth rake against his hip, sharp enough to sting but not deep enough to faze him. his grin twisted into something feral, ignited by a fire he hadn’t felt in quite some time. how long it’d been since he had fought something other than vermin!

like he said, blackbeard wasn’t the type to play by the rules. using nox’s momentary exposure to his advantage, he twisted sharply, his body moving with speed provided to him by his lithe, leggy form. his jaws snapped out, looking to catch the captain just behind the shoulder with a forceful bite.

let it be known, crowell wasn’t aiming to seriously harm—assuredly, he wouldn’t try and kill nox. there wasn’t anything to gain from this other than a friendly spar; a competition between two men. now, later, if he decided he wanted to usurp little captain’s crew—well, that was a whole different story.

he weren’t feeling too ambitious right now, though.