Nothing Says Bonding like Blood

*Aros* · 12-23-2013, 12:19 PM

For all that Aros made contact, his stocky frame did little more than batter the larger fae. She took his hit head on, and only stumbled a few paces back. As experienced as I thought, he mused, pleased. As hit hit grazed, Aros hit the ground once more, skidding in the sand. He kept himself braced, falling back into his stance, waiting for her retaliation. It came as swiftly as he might have guessed, her form moving languidly and with deadly precision. Her attack mimicked his, but as she connected, her weight proved too much for his smaller stature to bear. She barreled into him and he went down.

Aros snarled, trying to keep his wits, and keep calm. As her body as over his, his reached his jaws out, attempting to latch onto her fore leg and bring the pale princess down. He would not clamp hard enough to break the skin, not if he didn't have to, only to halt her and pin her. No matter how large she was, the odds of her pushing up against his weight if he pinned her was low enough that he knew his wager was worth the effort. And eve if she sailed over him and broke his grip, he hoped he could roll back to his feet before she could launch another attack. Keep her moving, he reminded himself. Tire her out.

"Speech," Thoughts,

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