wont feel nothin' better

The spunky princess had his heart crushed in a vice. As the sky continued to illuminate the sand and Deathbelle stood up, for a moment - just a moment - he had the feeling that he was dead, and this was Valhalla, or something close. It certainly wasn't any cursed underworld. Belle's scent on the air was like another, better drug.

Dag stood completely still as she rushed him. What would normally register as sharp pain and heat from her teeth in his face felt like a revelation. He grunted his approval and leaned hard into it, enjoying the pleasure that his current mental state derived from her bite. Using his stockier frame, Dag set his legs and then heaved all of his weight against her, hoping to tumble her to the ground or wrench his head from her grasp.

Deathbelle v Dagfinn for Spar
Round 1 of 2
Height: Medium
Build: Medium
Skill: Beginner