Dabbling

So it was on, a fight was finally breaking between the two. It has been long awaited, and Othello danced from paw to paw in anticipation. Her first blow missed, but she had not had high hopes for it. It was more of an act of savage than a calculated move. So when she dodged around the female and latched onto her tail, she was more precise. It landed, her ivories sinking into the short layer of skin and the dames blood pooled into her waiting maw. Sin then ripped it out of her grasp, driving her cut further along her tail. The white appendage soaked with her life energy, and Othello grinned. Sinister's blood trickled down her maw, making her too look like a blood crazed beast.

Othello was weighing too much victory in her small mark, that when the demon before her struck, she did not move out in time. The female shrieked as her skin was punctured, although perhaps not as deep as her abuser may have wished. She has pulled back at the last minute, her fangs breaking through the skin to the left of her neck. Using this to her advantage, she aimed to chomp down on Sinister's ear that lay by her jaws, hoping that the female would let her go without her having to tear a chunk of her own flesh out. It was dangerously close to her jugular, and it was far too early to bleed out now. She wanted to win, she needed to win!

The two stained females seemed to be at different odds, and Othello knew that she needed to stay away from her jaws. Sin was stronger than she was, not build for speed like Othello was. She needed to stay at her back, or to attack her lower half and then dodge out of the way. It was hard to think of at the moment though, with the faes teeth locked on her skin.