Run if you want

Xairo clung fiercely to the massive hippo's snout, his jaws locked around the rubbery flesh as the creature thrashed and bellowed in rage. The beast's movements were powerful, threatening to fling him off at any moment, but Xairo refused to relinquish his grip. His piercing green eyes blazed with determination as he sank his teeth in deeper, trying to subdue the thrashing creature.

Through the spray of water and the creature's frenzied movements, Xairo caught a glimpse of Ravana clinging to the beast's head, her lilac eyes gleaming with savage delight as she tore at its thick hide. A fierce grin spread across Xairo's muzzle at the sight of his sister's ferocity. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

But the hippo was far from defeated. With a renewed sense of rage, it bucked violently, trying to shake off its tormentors. Xairo felt his grip wavering; the slickness of mud and blood made his paws slip ever so slightly. He let out a determined growl, pulling himself closer, refusing to be shaken loose. But of course, you could only hang on for so long. Xairo felt his jaws slam together as his grip gave way, his own form being discarded to the side. And as he hit the ground, all he could see was the beast making an attempt to flee back into the water.

"Xairo Saxe"