Bearclaw Valley windes blast and weder strong

surya was unprepared.
merrick was unrelenting. the clasp of the other's jaws forged him in a lustful fire, caught low on his chest by the young man's jaws —
for you! the flare of thought to bear spirit.
merrick allowed himself to be driven back and back and back, a long controlled thrash to keep himself upright, beating surya, cutting, biting, until the other's jaws were forced to tighten and tighten and draw —!
— merrick wanted again the hatred that had singed him from this one's eyes.