You may hate me, but I can't hate you

Adrenaline was coursing through Zagan’s body- a hot, writhing, pulsating force- flooding him with a surge of raw, unrelenting energy. And when that adrenaline rush mixed with the intoxicating taste of blood, well… Zagan started ascending into a higher state of mind- a state of ecstasy.

Another bout of manic laughter bubbled from his jaws, the sound muffled by the knee in his mouth. He was still beneath Hades, intertwined in an awkward grappling match- so there was no avoiding the teeth biting into his back, or the claws digging into his rear. Instead, Zagan took the brunt of the boy’s attacks, readying himself for his own retaliation.

Releasing his hold on the boy’s knee, Zagan attempted to shoot forward again- trying to uproot his opponent, to throw him off of Zagan to pin him down. In sync, he’s throwing his head up and into the body above him, trying to stab Hades with his Eland horns.

"Zagan Saxe"