GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
The other man whipped around, fury blazing in those golden eyes. Harbringr's ears flattened to his head his hackles raising as his limbs coiled. Yet his expression remained inquisitive and cheeky. Oh dear, had he said something wrong? Oh well, the man's sensitivity really wasn't his problem but if the other wanted a fight then Harbringr was only to happy to give the man a fight and if Hari won he was going to force the other man to wear that carcass as a hat. Just for a little bit. He needed a laugh and come to think of it he really needed a fight. His energy had been pent up in his head while he'd shut his body in his den. The frustration, the fear, the anger, it all started boiling to the surface as his smile turned from grin to smirk.
Then the other man charged, fangs flying towards him. Harbringr's legs uncoiled and launched him forward like a spring as he sought to come in low, seeking to sail underneath the man's snapping jaws and seize him around the neck. Harbringr wanted to strangle him, not to kill, but to block enough oxygen to render the man weak and bring the fight to a swift close.
