From One to Another

◆How many blows would you like Rain to get in on Slade?◆



Slade again, saw the girl leap back to action, her determination to sink her fangs into his battle scarred flesh seeming to spur her on. His amazement went beyond just her willingness, her actions, and her swift motions, even as she was obviously hurt. He would have asked his alphess if she could have done something to assist her health, yet the girl had a death wish. He knew his promise to himself, however, and would stick to it. Even if she was trying to spill his own blood.

This female came over again, swiveling her forsm, writhing and weaving in the manner of some possessed serpent, and Slade found himself moreso mezmorized by her movement than attempting to dodge her attack.
Then he felt teeth connect with the front of his shoulderblade, the only reason he could keep her away from his life line was by his sudden reaction to her abrupt death dance, and stepping back just in time. And instantly, he thrust his form forward rather than stepping back, because every skilled fighter would know it was foolish to pull away from a bite, the risk of losing skin, fur, and tendon, anything that was within the jawz of the opponent. He felt her ivories within his skin, and the very touch of her on him, within his personal space, was enough to give him the benifit of going into his mentality of War.

Slade dug his hind claws into the thick and hard packed dirt, gaining the support he would need to perform what he needed to do. With himself braced, Slade crouched, then suddenly shoved the front of his body forward, a heave that, in his opinion, could knock trees airborn.
And considering he was a thouroughly muscled individual,he could only agree with his opinion.