Ravensblood Forest standing waves

defence: 10, attack 4

A similar spark burned electric through his veins as his teeth grazed skin. His movements were swift, but the rogue was by no means slow. Before Nox could secure his hold, his eyes caught a streak of brown as the man slipped from his grasp and towered above.

The captain had only a split second to react, ducking clumsily as crocodile jaws sailed past his shoulder and made contact with his nape instead. Redirected, the bite only bruised though the sheer power was enough to force the wind from his lungs in a breathy laugh. 

He had no doubts the man was holding back and, in many ways, Nox was too. His jabs mirrored that of a boy not yet sure of his style - stuck in the muddied ways of childish spars honed not by the need for survival, but by the urge to prove himself a worthy captain.

And so he played dirty. Recovering quickly from the blow, he lunged low to where the rogues tail waived like bait in the cool air, jaws snapping towards it's greasy, feathered end.