Dragoncrest Cliffs skipping like a stone

Even if he wants to, Bruno has no time to react. In a flash, a small woman is upon him, her teeth sinking into his skin. His first instinct is to wrench free, and as he does so, the smell of blood fills his nostrils. Pain receptors fire off at full force, and yet the prickling sensation does not compel him to run away. In the fraction of the second after she attacks him, his eyes lock on hers, and he sees the powerful creature that she is.
She is nothing like the sweet girl he met near the lake. She is nothing like the ones who caused him suspicion in the desert. No, she is something else entirely.
He licks his wound, but Bruno still does not flee. There is something too enjoyable about the pain that keeps him rooted to the ground.