Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

Aresenn growled in pain, his vision momentarily blurred by the blood that streamed down his face. The taste of iron filled his mouth- a mixture of Sephiran's and his own- fueling his anger and determination to fight back. Summoning every ounce of strength, he answered Sephiran's assault. But in making contact with the other brute's forearm, Seph's change in posture made it difficult to maintain the hold without having to compromise his own stance. With a surge of adrenaline, Aresenn released his grip on Sephiran's arm, knowing that he needed to regain control before he was overpowered. As Seph's head came crashing towards his chest, Aresenn quickly shifted his weight to the side, narrowly avoiding the full impact of the head butt. But even still, the attack managed a certain duress that reverberated through what he imagined to be both their bodies. A coughing wheeze forced from Aresenn's lungs in response.

In a staggering recovery, Aresenn moved to use the momentum from dodging the attack. He swiftly retaliated by lunging forward with a guttural snarl, attempting to sink his own canines into Sephiran's shoulder. The savage exchange of flesh and blood continued, each bite and tear met with an equal amount of resistance.

"Aresenn Praetor"