Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

Aresenn's primal instincts took over as he savored the metallic tang of blood in his jaws, his teeth sinking deep into Sephiran's shoulder. The satisfying crunch of bones between his teeth only fueled his ferocity, as he relished in the return of dominance he held against the other brute. Despite the searing pain from Sephiran's counterattack, Aresenn refused to release his hold. With a deep growl rumbling through him, he channeled all of his strength to maintain his grip even through the continuous raking of his face. Every muscle in his body strained and trembled with the effort, but Aresenn was determined to ensure that his friend understood that he wouldn't let an unreasonably violent tantrum like this go unanswered.

Though, it was clear Sephiran was not easily intimidated by opposition. He used his strength to lift his forelimb and wrap it around Aresenn's neck. Aresenn was caught off guard by this unexpected action, desperately trying to gain traction by digging his claws into the ground. However, fate would have it that the loose soil beneath him gave way during the chaotic struggle for control. With a fierce resolution, he refused to loosen his hold on the other brute's flesh, exerting all of his strength to keep himself from faltering. As they grappled with each other, he was acutely aware that one wrong move could send him tumbling to the ground, with a chunk of flesh caught between his teeth. But he was determined to not be seen as a being who would tolerate such an attack, even if it meant taking Sephiran down with him a piece at a time as he furiously defended himself. The tension in their bodies was palpable as they struggled against each other, locked in a deadly battle for dominance. In this moment, there was no room for mercy or forgiveness – only the challenge they presented each other.

"Aresenn Praetor"