Where Do Your Demons Hide?

a snarl would rip free of the behemoth's throat to encourage the war that was rising here. he against his own flesh, aiming to rip her throat out, or at least make it as real as possible. tail whipped behind him in mild aggression and he fervently (no mention of if he actually grabbed her neck or not so im assuming he did) locked his teeth, lightly, around the right, mid side, of her neck. he did not tighten his jaws or attempt to throw her off, merely made it so that she couldn't slip away. He would, however, find himself mildly proud as she aimed to hoist her body up and try to find his neck with her teeth. His left shoulder bore itself upward and aimed to rhrust into her nose and knock her back. Her access to the left side of his neck would be denied immediately. He would take a step back, regardless of if she fell from him or not, release his hold on her and watch her, "Do not attack t he obvious. Would it not have been wiser to attack my legs? To make me bow before you? Do you not want to see infidels bow in honor of you? Do not go for the victory, go for the glory, for the heart is a far more formiddable reason to do anything," even if the heart was blacked, cut-off, and mildly intolerable on most days. The serpent rolled his shoulders and turned, "Vyvienne, Cynder, Meinx...play a game of Queen of the hill, yes?" the victor would be the last one standing, and how intriguing it would be.