Unicorn Slayers

Cadaver's grip, unrelenting, held firm as the rhino bucked and thrashed unpredictably beneath him. His senses were filled with the beast's fear. Its stench surrounded him, an acrid wave that stirred something instinctual within him. This was the thrill of a real hunt, his blood singing with adrenaline.

He launched himself forward again, hooking his claws into the hide of the rhino's neck. His jaws were still latched onto its ear, but now he added pressure - a warning squeeze that promised more pain to come if it continued to resist. He could feel his strength wavering, muscle fatigue creeping into his legs and his jaw aching from the constant pressure. But Cadaver, stubborn and tenacious, refused to back down.

"Cadaver Nightwing"