As Sephiran pushed forward the male shoved back, initiating a grappling match that could only have one victor. His jaws successfully closed around the male’s scruff, but before he would thrash his head around he felt teeth sink into the meaty section of his lower neck / upper shoulder. The flesh in his mouth started to rip from the awkward angle, and although Sephiran wanted nothing more than to dominate this man, he decided to take a different approach. Releasing his hold Sephiran attempted to sidestep away, wanting to prohibit the male from repositioning his bite to a more medial position. If he kept wanting to fight then so be it, but this was Sephiran’s way of resigning from their current battle.
Should the male have let him go, the young Saxe would stumble away a few feet before regaining his footing. His tongue rolled out of his open jaws and he worked on catching his breath, still eyeing the male closely to spring back into battle should the need arise. “Who are you?” He questioned, wanting to know who had been able to beat him on the battlefield. And to know the name of the male he would seek vengeance against in the future.
"Speech"
Code by Sea
Caution: Sephiran is a rated M character. Viewer discretion is advised.
Knight
Poison Master
