The Art of Murder [Cifer]

N/A · 03-13-2013, 12:10 PM

Banshee had grown bored with this farce, this altercation. There was nothing left here for the ebony monstrosity. She wanted pain, she wanted death and whether those things belonged to her or another creature, she cared little, but this warrior, this beast seemed intent on dragging this out, making this is a true battle instead of a fast maiming and Banshee grew agitated, although her massive hulking frame did little to display as such.

Her lunge was successful, and her jaws coiled around the thick part of his shoulder, locking strongly into place, and she sunk her teeth as deep as they would go, crunching down with all her straight, be barely missed the juncture were her neck met her shoulder, and his teeth sunk into the muscle of her shoulder, making the wounds already present, worse.

Before he could get a good purchase upon the thick muscle, she planted her fore legs firmly and using her front half to aid her, shook her head vehemently from side to side, hoping to rip through skin and muscle and to hopefully knock him off balance.

Attack: Since her attack connected, she's sunk her teeth in deeply and is now shaking her head violently from side to side, both to make the injury worse and to hopefully knock him off balance.
Defense: He's caught her shoulder in his jaws, but she hopes to throw him loose with the shaking.
Injuries: More severe puncture wounds in right shoulder, punctures on the underside of jaw, scratches upon lips and tongue.

Speech,

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