Ravensblood Forest standing waves

d: 17 // a: 19

crowell isn't stupid. a seasoned fighter, a seasoned pirate; he sees young nox's throat attack coming before it can even land and digs his chin into his chest, teeth bared; the clink of their teeth announcing the deflected attack. a grim laugh comes, one of mockery; breath poolin from between bared teeth in rancid waves.

the fight is paused for only a second, swords clashing, before he rears backwards. dislodging himself from atop nox, paws skid in sand and pebble before he turns. diving back in for the captain before he can haul himself back up.

a shark in bloody water, he aims to seize him by the throat; what would've been a killing blow if they were really fighting. scrappy body quick and jaws unhinging, mandibles dripping with bloodied saliva. hungry. searching. proficient.