Cat Eyes

Kite took the opening, thank fuck. Dread's heart pounded in his chest as he engaged with the creature, snarling as he sunk his teeth into the beast's meaty shoulder. Biting down hard, feeling his teeth grit through the pain. He was bleeding from the encounter with the creature's claws, but that was fine. He was fine. The pain woke him up, and it would keep him going through this. Rallying against the cat and pressing into the creature's space, he would do what he could to keep the lion's attention on him.

To her credit, Kite was making good headway, too. The cat's hind legs seemed to be forced out from beneath its body, and Dread would use that instability to force himself into the predator's space. Wrenching his head to and fro, trying to maintain his grip wherever he could. Pressuring his way through combat with the predator, and dealing what damage he could in as little time as possible. The longer the fight dragged on, the more danger they'd be in. The greater chance something could go wrong. Dread felt the cat's claws graze his foreleg now, a stinging sort of pain. Let it sting. He was living for the moment, living for the fight.

"Dread Fatalis"