Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

Oh, whatever, you dumb bi-- His rejoinder was cut off by the sensation of her fangs grazing a hind leg, and when he spun around, the little witch was coming toward him with teeth bared. What the actual fuck? Verx snorted and kept his footing, knowing he had the size advantage. Let her come, let her take a little pound of flesh. He'd snap her neck like a toothpick.

He dug his chin into his throat and charged at her like a battering ram, hoping to knock her askew. Meanwhile, he caught the approaching form of Asshole in the corner of his eye, and could have sighed.

Just another fuckin day in paradise, right?