There Is No Leaving

Dracun smirked as Xairo fell for his taunt, his condescending words earning a wink from the red brute. Perhaps now would be the only chance he had against his brother and he wanted to make the most of it, without further injuring him anyway- Dracun didn't want to be the reason Xairo left here today worse than he already was, he just wanted the guy to loosen up a bit and talk to him.

As expected, Xairo wasted no time in charging towards him at full speed and strength. They were equal in size, though Dracun had some speed while Xairo carried strength. He was quick to dodge his attempt at a grapple, slinking beneath his grasp with his spine arched inwards as jaws turned and reached for the tender flesh of his the back of his arm just beneath his shoulder.