You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

Sakana had been shorter, scrawnier the last time Erik had seen him. Both of them looking more like men than boys, they'd get to fight in much the same way. Shoulders crashing, the bastard prince takes Sakana's teeth with a little wince. A little pain to spur him on, grabbing at what he can. There's something exhilarating about a fight, something fucking brilliant. It's all blood and glory, right?

Winter chill and the heat of the fight, these are his favorite moments. Lashing out with his teeth, coppery taste of blood in his mouth. His own? Sakana's? It's hard to tell, but does he care? Not at all. Really, Erik is just having fun with it.

"Erik"