Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

He tasted sweet success as he clamped on to Caiaphas's nape, and bit down hard, growling as he did so. It was only then that he made sense of the other tussle, and his eyes narrowed, then widened. Aure!-- No. Vonn? Vonn, right? God, he hoped it was Vonn.

He let go just long enough to holler, VONN!! GO HOME AND GET YOUR SISTER THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE! Praying with everything he had that the pale man had heard him, he returned to the fray--only to find the harpy sink her teeth into his throat, just under his jaw.

If he'd known those would be his last words, he'd have thrown in a lot more 'fuck's.

He was lucky in this regard. An inch or two lower and she would have hit the jugular, sent him reeling in a fountain of blood. But it was close enough, a tender enough spot to send blinding pain in waves over his flesh, beating like war drums in his head. His breath came in shuddering gasps; he tasted blood on his tongue and in his throat, and wasn't sure if it was hers or his.

Verx ripped himself away with a terrible noise, blood spilling down the front of him like someone missing their mouth with soup. He opened his mouth to levy a volley of curses onto Caiaphas, only to find that naught but a bubbling wordless snarl escaped his crimson-tinged lips.

Enraged beyond all reason, he bore down on her with a thunderous roar, hellfire in his gaze, jaws aimed at the base of her own throat.