this is poppin', you a fanboy

Feeling the violent judder of the elephant's body under his merciless assault, Cadaver refused to let go. His teeth remained buried in the thick hide of the beast, tasting blood and raw power. He'd never felt so alive, so immersed in the throes of violence.

His gaze caught sight of Nimue being hoisted high into the air as she hung onto the beast's trunk. A wild snarl tore from his throat, not out of concern but out of frustration. The idiot shouldn't have gotten herself lifted in such a vulnerable position.

This was a war of wolves against beast, and there was no room for weaknesses here. Cadaver was determined to emerge as the stronger one, no matter what it took.

"Cadaver Nightwing"