HIT ME LIKE A MAN

Quote:It is certainly not an easy beast he faces; his opponent is large in size, when compared to the average wolf, although compared to Faust?s giant frame he is nothing. They clash; teeth against flesh, blood on blood, and they do not back down. His opponent is worthy, but in the end it is not enough. Faust ends the scuffle with the ripping of a jugular, red staining down his throat as he ends up dominant. When the frame of his enemy collapses, the giant stand victorious, proud, head held high despite his injuries.

Adrenaline keeps him from feeling the worse of his broken, bloodied toes and raw wounds. The worst is the wound upon his neck, raw and bleeding down his left front leg. He doesn?t even realize that he has intruded upon another?s territory, reclining for a moment as he catches his breath. In a moment he will go and retrieve the kill he?d made, the kill that the fool had attempted to take, but for now the warrior is content to bask in the feeling of battle. If only he could find a lovely lady to share the moment with; his journeys had kept him from laying with anyone for quite some time, and he felt frustrated.