Ankyra Sound [m] burn it down

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There was a lull between them, Ephraim staring down the barrel of fate, Sobeille flexing the metaphorical finger on the trigger. He had no sense of her flagging confidence; to his clear eye, she was still because she was assured of her strength. She did not need to pace to mask her weakness or how aging joints protested. His own confidence was wavering, the pain of his flayed face spreading in cobweb cracks across a veneer of adrenaline.

He took one step forward, faltering when a gust bid him sniff with interest, and then she was plowing into him with the full force of her bite sinking into the meat of his limb. A howling shriek tore from his throat as teeth laid open flesh, slicing through muscle and nerves to jam against bone. He had never felt such all-consuming agony in his life. An inferno erupted from his ravaged limb and speared through his shoulder and into his spine, staggering him, turning knees to water and vision to static. Her sawing hold on his flesh was what kept him upright. Up close, Sobeille's rising scent bloomed and for an instant, Ephraim was seized by an intense, confused longing that defied the danger he was in. Animal fear and panic came next, burning all as it coiled around his racing heart.

In a berserk, screaming frenzy, Ephraim thrashed his head, craning this way and that to angle frantic jaws for the side of Sobeille's blood-soaked neck. If he could just get a hold there, he would be able to wrench her teeth from him and pull her around, fit her between his arms—no, he would be able to spill her essence onto the night blackened sand, preserving his own life—he could pin her to the ground and make her beg for mercy—no, she would beg for him—

Panic and possession clashed nauseatingly in Ephraim, consuming him and blunting his bite. He was overwhelmed by the two urges: the desperate need to kill her and save himself, and the desperate need to have her and damn himself. Ephraim stalled, unable to think and blind to how his exposed throat pulsed rapidly against the side of her head.