Salty Taste Of Blood

Khranbari knew after this fight he’d have a very strong hatred t’wards those that did not fight alone. The woman with her animals was becoming a nuisance. Father did not teach him of these certain things and it proved annoying as he tried to think of way to get the upper paw. Something that proved trivial once teeth sunk into the space where neck met scruff. He could feel the moment skin became pierced. Pain shooting through him; after losing half of his balance.

He’d let go of her shoulder to try and relieve his neck from the opponent’s grasp. Head turning to snap his jaws in her face in attempt to latch onto anything that could let him free. In that moment, Khranbari had no chose but to ignore the Genet’s attack. The cat like creature able to latch onto his other foreleg and biting down. His only response being a guttural snarl.

It would be nothing but lucky if he’d won this spar. But, surely even a worm would know that it was nothing but wishful thinking. Tail lashing out behind him. He didn’t stop his attempt to try and get control of it.
"Khranbari Chah Fao"