The Sunspire The sound of their tongues being bitten is all I hear.

The way the man acted was decisive. He had honed his craft in battle, while the boy had only begun to learn these things before the Saints had vanished. He thought himself well-versed to pain and bloodshed, however Sivugat's knowledge was tremendously limited.

Teeth sliced his side. Red streaked readily through the mud in his coat.

Sivugat might have felt the pain of it. The hit winded him and made him reel sideways for a step. Adrenaline spiked through him next and soon the boy was swimming in it; the rain was cold and sucked the feeling of everything else away.

Staggering now, and oh so angry.

A low grunt of displeasure showcases Sivugat's next move, shoving himself forward through the mud to put distance between himself and the man, and see if he would chase.