Redsand Canyon Voice of Witchcraft

Rolls here!

He puts a fair two meters between them, allowing her a fair fight. His smile is gone once more, replaced with a concentrated frown. “I didn’t want to do this, but you gave me no choice. I want your full loyalty, Nyra. You fight to the death for me and I’ll do the same.” His voice sounds out to her, becoming softer towards the end. Contrasting the situation at hand. 

He will take the first hit. Even though the female seems more scared than she’s ever been in her life. He almost feels bad, yet it’s mulled over by the overwhelming feeling of making her strong. If he cannot do that, then he will cull the herd. Sacrifice the weak.

Stepping towards her he’s quick to lunge. Juking to the right bit ends up going to the left and landing a ripping blow to her shoulder. Blood would poop onto her snowy pelt. She will learn soon enough.

“I want you to want to kill me. Kill me, Nyra.” He growls. “Kill me! Rip my throat out!” Comes his baritone, booming voice. Teeth bared and tone aggressive to try and bait her into an attack. He usually never raises his voice, preferring to stay lax with his team.
This is necessary though, to make her stronger.