Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

Throwing his weight forward, and mentally preparing himself for the dizziness that would follow a successful headbutt. Sephiran was vicious in his assault, wanting to knock Aresenn to the ground, where he could really dig into him. But of course, the brute wasn’t going to take the onslaught without retaliation. Aresenn shifted to the side, avoiding the bulk of Sephiran’s attack. He still managed to partially hit him, which caused him to stumble forward before regaining his footing.

Shaking his head and releasing a snarl while pivoting to whirl around and face Aresenn. The Saxe had just realigned himself with him, when Aresenn’s jaws came striking out. Latching into his shoulder, which Sephiran didn’t try to avoid. Blood bubbled from the wound, splattering from the heavy breaths that came from Aresenn’s nose, as he clamped down on the meaty section of his shoulder. Pain searing across his flesh, hot and infuriating. A sensation he wasn’t fond of.

And while he had a hold on Seph’s shoulder, he would use their proximity as a catalyst. Raising his opposite forelimb, trying to hook it over Aresenn’s neck. Opening his jaws in sync, striking at the side of his face to try and disorient him. His goal being to grapple with him with enough of his weight, to shove him to the ground.