Totoka River The Pig God

she was struck to the ground, and her failure or inability to rise distracted merrick somewhat. his own blow had rung true, but now the bull of a wolf was rushing him, and the boy took the brunt of the lunge in his ribcage as he turned sideways in an attempt to mitigate the damage.
it occurred to merrick, albeit belatedly, as he sailed downward to meet the girl upon the earth, that the man and his stalwart defense lacked teeth, in a literal sense. by now he himself would have slashed several times, but the man seemed only insistent on knocking them away like flies.
merrick gathered himself up to the backdrop of astara’s laboured breathing and leapt again, curiosity driving him despite the danger of it. his teeth aimed for the side of the brute’s face; perhaps he would be enough of a distraction for the demon-girl to rise and attack again.