Over Cooked

Unwavering in his stance, Rhazien stood back and watched his nephew engage with the male coyote. Choosing to fight instead of immediately killing it was a twist in events, one the Saxe brute hadn’t been expecting but it was entertaining nonetheless. As the battle progressed, taunts filled the cavern, intertwining with snarls that emanated from Cifarelli and the coyote. It was a symphony Rhazien greatly enjoyed, and he knew Sephiran would be throwing himself right in the middle of the chaos, once they reunited with him. It was all so exciting.

He didn’t interrupt until he witnessed Cifarelli’s tactic. Allowing the coyote to bite him, which left a vital portion of his body open for assault. “Ahh, well done.” He gave praise, inky lips pulled back into a delighted sneer.  

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