Firestone Hot Springs the tidal wave breaks

Immobilizing the front leg makes it so she can no longer flee. A vulnerable spot the dark male has always taken to when possible. Stun the senses of the opponent, and they cannot do anything against the relentless attacks. From there he gets a mouthful of fur, ripped from her chest in a thick clump that has the texture of moss.

Tangled together, he goes for the throat first, yet is met instead with teeth sinking into the upper front of his left shoulder. The pain is enough to make him pause for a second, and it is all she needs to send a kick to his gut. Jaws parting as air is forced from his lungs. Her teeth clip into his chin, just inches away from beginning of his throat. Mercer collapses onto his side, tumbling and struggling to capture breaths.

Is this how he dies?

Pathetic, isn't it?

He ran all the way here, paws bleeding from how endless his journey was. Only for them to find him. And to die to a girl who can barely fight well.

He wants to laugh.

So he does. Painfully so.

He snaps out, attempting to cling to whatever piece of the woman he can, and he swings his weight, using the last of his strength to hold on and shred.