I won’t be calling you dad

Akito would not give the fossa the satisfaction of winning. His determination to never lose would be greater than the fossa's determination to live. As he clings onto the animal's armpit, its blood and skin flossing between his teeth, his ears pick up Vidarr's clumsy words. The throat. His voice was different than Hattori's. Different than his nonexistent real father. Was the other guy actually his father if he was never around? Plus, from what Akito could see, Vidarr looked far more similar to him than Raijin. That was his name, right? Using the building disappoint he has for his birth father, Akito lets out a grunt of understanding.

Relinquishing his grasp on the fossa's armpit, he wastes no time. Barely a pull away, he keeps close quarters with the wily creature. Leaning out and then around, his jaws open wide and he latches on. Thanks to Vidarr's help (which he would not verbalize his gratitude for), the fossa was indeed slowing down. Making the opportunity to finalize the fight easier than he was expecting, Akito latches on. Sinking his sharp teeth into the fossa's neck, an artery is hit and blood begins to shoot out the sides of his mouth. The warmth and copper taste makes his tongue curl and his throat close up, but he does not let go. Not until the fossa is limp in their grasps.

Once the light is gone from the fossa's black eyes, Akito relents. He quickly drops the fossa and spits out whatever hair and grime is coating his tongue. Looking up at Vidarr, his head tilts lightly to the side. "Like that? He questions in a thick Japanese accent as he nods his chin in the direction of the dead predator.