You're a Villian Alright, Just Not a Super One.

Don't get cocky, he heard his father say as he prepared for the next coyote. Didn't he know that cocky was his middle name? Probably should have been his first name, honestly, but that wasn't important now. What was important was ridding their home of the imminent coyote plague, to remind the wretched scavengers that this was no home for them. Not that Dracun had a problem of reminding them when their tiny brains forgot- it was fun!

One went for Aresenn as another came at him, seemingly hoping the distraction of briefly watching his father would be enough to get a good hold of the young pup but he was very wrong. The coyote attempted to sink fangs into his thick neck but Dracun could only smirk wickedly as teeth scraped nothing and the vermin was left with only a mouthful of fur. A foreleg rose quickly and wrapped around the coyote's back and pressed hard into the space between it's neck and shoulders, forcing the cretin to the ground with ease, forcing it to bend at an uncomfortable angle.

With the coyote under his paw now, pinned to the ground with claws digging into it's flesh, Dracun noticed yet another coyote coming to help its brethren. The lesser canid lunged and snapped at his heel and Dracun hissed as he felt the sharp fangs scrape at his flesh, drawing blood to the surface but leaving the important tendons and ligaments well attached. He growled and let the first coyote go to spin around and sink fangs into the second coyotes thigh before ripping a chunk of the muscle out and spitting it at the face of the coyote as it detached itself from his heel. The first coyote had refused to retreat and was lunging for another attack, this time to the offending forelimb that had held it down. With the second coyote temporarily distracted and blinded by it's own blood and muscle, Dracun focused yet again on the first one. Raising the paw as the coyote lunged for it, he quickly stomped their head into the dirt and dove his jaws into it's nape, effectively severing it's skull from it's spine in one swift movement.

The second coyote had freed the blood and muscle from its vision now and although it was limping and leaking blood at an alarming rate, it was one of few left and seemed to think they still had a chance against the father and son duo. Dracun was quick to remind them otherwise and growled through clenched teeth before changing directions and charging for the coyote. He saw a brief flash of fear in their eyes that made his snarl turn into a smile before sinking fangs into the side of the now-cowering coyotes neck, however unlike the others, Dracun didn't let this one die quickly. Throwing the animal into the ground, he pinned it there with his jaws and watched as the life slowly drained from the coyote in only a matter of seconds.