Spotted Eagle Mountain got chlorine in my eyes

Rolled an 8 - hit

It was just as he needed. She was a warbred woman just as he was. Fury spilled into her veins and fuelled her moves. They were hit for hit and it gave him life. That twinkle in his eye had returned as life sparked back into his soul as if this is what was lacking in his life just until now. The woman was just as much into the fight as he was. There was no holding back, no tender hits for fear of losing the kinship of a friend, of a companion - just two warriors fighting it out, to see who would come out on top. 

Tearing away from her target, Rosencrantz had lost his own grip and he had nearly fallen over from the sudden miss of her presence against his weight. Luckily for him, he had managed to catch his own footing (only making him not fall over because he rolled a hit too!) just in time for her to come for a new hold on his body. 

She wriggled up under him to catch hold of the softer flesh underneath. Though a tactful move for most, he was larger, and she was now underneath him. With his weight he dropped, attempting to crush her in order to protect his softer underbelly from more damage. To snuff out that fight by simply cutting out that strength and add the fear of suffocation. In the meantime, he aimed another attack on the same knee he had previously bitten, hoping to add more to the injury already.

Health (30/50)