Haunted Wood Break me down, you’ve got a lovely face

Santi rolled a 9 :>

Santi can feel the air shift and his blood boils with excitement. He’s not sure if she’s going to attack just yet, but he can feel her anger radiating off of her. This is what he lives for. This is what he will die for. 

Yet, even as he moderately expects her to attack, she almost catches the male off guard. Her massive form is charging towards him like an asteroid shooting through the atmosphere. Large paws thumping against the ground and before he knows it she’s on him. He’s only able to brace himself by widening his stance and taking the brunt of her hit; which surprisingly goes straight for his face. How unfortunate, all he has left are his good looks. 

When she hits him, it feels like he’s being hit by a truck. Her teeth are savagely tearing at his face and instantly he sees and tastes blood. She’s slashing open his nose, tearing open his lip, and leaving horrid gashes on his cheeks. Hie winces at the pain and then his heart skips a beat when he feels one of her large canines slicing his skin deep from his forehead, down, down, down, into his left eye. He knows he’s been blinded by the searing hot and fiery pain shooting there. She didn’t puncture it, but her tooth has cut it, leaving it useless and bloody. He’s been blinded and it only furthers his desire for her blood even further. He would take this victory and spit on her corpse afterwards. 

To retaliate the Spaniard growls savagely, torn lips snarling up and baring bloodied teeth back at her. Doing the same, he goes for her face, but only manages to hit the one side. He would look to bite onto the junction of her neck and jaw, teeth sliding down into position and hopefully shredding her ear along with it. His jaws would lock onto her and shake as much as he’s physically able to. The more tearing he could do the more blood would pour. The more blood that pours, the easier she’d go down.