Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

Fucking the warlords daughter. If Sephiran had been in a more stable state of mind - which lately, was quite rare - he would have asked Aresenn to elaborate. But given the already high tensions, which were rising by the second. The information sank into one ear, and fled out the other. He had already initiated an assault, and had no intentions of backing down now. Teeth slicing into Aresenn’s jowl and snout, raking across his flesh, bringing blood to the surface and creating a superficial wound. Shoving Aresenn forward, causing him to stumble. Sephiran kept pushing into him. Relentless, vicious, unrestrained.

The brutes teeth raked across Sephiran’s front limb. Their momentum and opposing forces locking them in a grapple of strength. Both of them only achieved flesh wounds in their initial attacks. And, with Aresenn’s advancement against his foreleg, his balance was being disrupted. Tail waving like a banner behind his hips, as he struggled to keep himself upright. He suddenly lowered the upper half of his body, bringing his head and shoulders down. And then shoving himself forward in an attempt to headbutt Aresenn directly in his chest. Wanting to knock the wind out of him, and prevent himself from completely toppling over.