The howl of pain that echoed throughout the area was almost satisfying to Félicien’s ears. The damned beast deserved to feel some of the pain he was causing. Further pain would flare up within Félicien’s side as merciless claws racked it once again. He was getting a terrible beating, but he would survive this and he would make sure Mystic did as well.
Much to Féli’s surprise Mystic seemed to have gotten her second wind. She was back into the fray, leaping at the lion and grabbing a solid hold upon his neck. Félicien was shocked for a brief moment, mismatched gaze switching to her. But, as she motioned with her eyes, Félicien knew what he had to do. The brute would lunge up, aiming to wrap his jaws around Ashamoro’s throat. This would end today...!
