GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Bloody grin spread across Hárekr's maw as his opponent fell. "Ehhahahaha…. victory is mine mr. grumpkins." His tail flicked as he gazed down amusedly at the bleeding socket where Hárekr's fangs had punctured the man's left eye, blinding him permanently. It would serve as a reminder that the stormy man ought to watch his mouth. "Maybe now that you're out of the way I can eat your bird in peace, yes?" He let out another launch, shrill and cruel. It echoed weirdly off the walls of the wash before dying into silence as Hárekr felt quiet and serious. "I jest…" he said grimly. "Not worth the effort. Remember this day, get in my way again and I will tear you down piece by piece."
Hárekr turned and continued his exploration of the wash, leaving the other man to his wounds. A farther ways down and he began to hum to himself, his good mood switftly returning as he licked the blood from his fangs.
-exit-
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
