I know you think that I erased you

Xairo yelped as Hades' teeth sank deep into his thigh, feeling flesh tear as the younger brute ripped his head back savagely. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth, stoking the flames of his rage. As Hades pulled back, Xairo lunged forward, determined not to let his opponent gain the upper hand.

Seeing Hades rear up on his hind legs, Xairo seized the opportunity. With barred fangs, he launched himself at Hades' exposed underside. His powerful jaws snapped at Hades' belly, razor-sharp teeth seeking to tear into the soft flesh. At the same time, Xairo felt the searing pain of claws raking across his face and neck. Warm blood trickled into his eyes, blurring his vision. But he didn’t care. A red haze clouded Xairo's mind, the metallic scent of blood and the rush of battle overriding all rational thought. In this moment, nothing existed beyond the frenzied clash of fang and claw, the primal drive to dominate and destroy his foe.

"Xairo Saxe"