I'm Weak, and What's Wrong With That?

Within a few strides, Sephiran had closed the space between himself and the second attacker rushing toward the brush, trying to escape. Jaws splayed before he snapped at the coyote’s back limb, closing around the curvature of the back of its knee, which caused it to tumble. Unable to stop his momentum, he trampled over the flailing body, which caused him to let go of the leg he was trying to break. He heard the snapping of bone beneath his weight, heavy paws crushing the ribs that met his paws. They splintered into fragments within the coyote’s chest cavity, and unknowingly to Sephiran, punctured through a lung wall. His victim released a bloodcurdling scream, and the gurgling of blood-filled lungs followed. Moments later, the coyote took one last unavailing breath before all movement ceased. Under normal circumstances, he would have taken this moment to admire his work. But, the sound of the girl gasping caught his attention, causing his head to swivel upon his shoulders to witness her fighting against a third coyote.

He watched her snap at her opponent’s face, snaring a chunk of its flesh in her jaws as she struggled to hold it down with her weight. He couldn’t help but smirk at her, bloodied lips contorting as they seemed to peel back to the corners of his eyes. Where were all those skills she claimed to have now? Jaws parted and he let out a deep, raspy chuckle; one that meant to catch her attention, and make her wonder if he was laughing at her or just enjoying the gluttonous joy he found in bloodshed. But his taunt was short-lived, as two more coyotes erupted from the foliage, charging in their direction as he assumed they meant to circle the girl attacking their comrade. He leaped forward, leaving her behind, jaws splayed and snapping at the two, causing them to pivot in place and dart away. He chased after them, trying to grab one of their tails which was just out of his reach; which turned out to be a poor decision. Another coyote out of sight leaped from a rock that gave it leverage, landing on his back and sinking its fangs into the thick scruff of his neck.

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