Generational Trauma

Stricken by a blow that sent him sprawling, Xairo found himself back in the snow, gasping for breath. His wide, terrified eyes met Sephiran's icy gaze before he was forced to focus on the badger once more. The creature lunged, its sharp teeth aimed at his throat. Xairo twisted, throwing his body to the side in a desperate attempt to evade the fatal blow. The world blurred in a dizzying swirl of fur and snow as he rolled away, barely escaping the badger's clutches. He stumbled back onto his feet, his entire body aching from the harsh thrashing.

In this moment, Xairo knew he had to dig deeper, much deeper than he'd ever done before. He summoned every bit of ferocity, every scrap of strength, from the depths of his being. He felt a surge of adrenaline fueling his battle-worn body, sharpening his senses and quickening his clumsy reflexes. His green eyes bore into the badger's, a spark of defiance flickering in their depths.

With a deep, guttural snarl that belied his size, he lunged forward again, his own teeth bared and his small body poised for attack. The badger, taken aback by Xairo's sudden burst of energy and tenacity, hesitated. This was the opening Xairo needed. Xairo hurled himself at the badger again, his small nubs of horns digging into soft, underbelly fur. He bit down hard, tasting blood. Pain screamed through him as the badger retaliated, its claws raking against his body once more, but he held on, refusing to let go. With a final, desperate shove, he managed to topple the larger creature, sending it sprawling onto its back in the snow.

"Xairo Saxe"