Fighting Mad

Xairo seethed with rage and humiliation as the tiny pup latched onto his ear, her sharp teeth sending jolts of pain through his head. His pride screamed at him to continue fighting, to crush this insolent girl beneath his paws, but the cold logic that usually guided his actions finally broke through the haze of anger. With a snarl of frustration, Xairo spat out, "Get off of me." The words tasted like ash in his mouth.

Her innocent question about the word he'd used only stoked his anger further. How dare she act so nonchalant after humiliating him? Xairo's eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice low and menacing as he replied, "It’s an insult for females. But in this case, it means an annoying little pest who doesn't know her place." He took a step toward her, his larger frame looming over her smaller one. "You got lucky," he snarled, trying to salvage what was left of his pride. "Don't think you can do that again." His voice dripped with the weight of barely contained fury, but within him, the flicker of doubt began to grow. A tiny ember of realization sparked—she had bested him. The thought gnawed at him like a festering wound.

“What a waste of time.” He muttered to himself, and without sparing her another moment, he turned on his heels to go find another opponent to test his mettle against.

[Exit Xairo]

"Xairo Saxe"