Bulls In The Bronx [Raid]

Dómari got the drop on his opponent but as he moved to blind the other he felt a stab in his heart.  He couldn't do this.  He couldn't do exactly what his enemies had done, he was better than this and besides the man he was fighting wasn't the one that had hurt Acapella like this.  Was it really fair of him to dam this man for his packmates crimes or his leaders transgressions?  At the last minute his head shifted and his fangs only pierced one of the man's eyes.  Once again Dómari felt the urge to retch and he swiftly backed off.  He'd had enough of this, mentally and physically.  His facial wound was bleeding again and he was starting to feel dizzy.  He wasn't going to be much help passed out on the battlefield where anyone could trip over him.

Swiftly he staggered toward where the healers would be tending to the wounded.  Perhaps if his head cleared up he could assist them in aiding his injured compatriots.

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