Again, he lunged at the beast, his jaws snapping at its exposed flesh with relentless precision. The hippo's rage-filled bellows filled Cadaver's ears, but he was undeterred. His heart pounded in his broad chest, echoing the primal beat of battle in a way that was all too familiar for him. Blood was spilled - the hippo's or his own, it didn't matter anymore. Only one thing mattered now; bringing down this beast. It no longer was just about proving his strength or asserting dominance. No, it had become personal. An instinctive challenge against nature itself that Cadaver had vowed to win.
Cadaver launched himself once again at the flailing creature. The spice of the hippo's blood in his mouth was intoxicating, amplifying his warrior spirit to feverish proportions.
