Mount Apikuni Calling out father oh, stand by and we will

He wasn't going to move off of her; she couldn't make him, she was defeated, he felt too superior. Basking in the win, feeding off the adrenaline and her proximity, Revui did not have much stopping him from devolving utterly in to the beast he truly was. The beast that the Nightwalkers had made of him, that Ursus had further cultivated. If he wanted something he would take it — and what he wanted here wasn't blood, but it was physicality in another vein.

She struggled and he grew more excited. She hissed at him and tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let her succeed — it was another layer to their spar, and excited him in the same way that Ikkalrok once had. He was clearly strong and fit and the perfect match for this hefty woman. The fact she was resisting him and he should step back and be decent in the moment completely blew past him.

At least, until he made a real try of it — and one flailing limb struck him right between the legs, bowling him over immediately. He was aware of the bloom of intense pain clenching through his abdomen and the sensation he was tipping over, hitting the ground where he could curl up to wait out the coiling pain she left him with; he may have won the spar but the woman had taken his pride down a peg.