I Just Killed My Boyfriend

Shoulders were rolled forward to encumber is neck in fur, flesh, and fat. His hind limbs were evenly spread with toes splayed and his knees bent ever so slightly to keep him decently balanced. His jaw was lightly tucked and lips were parted. Eyes were narrowed in on his opponent and his spine was in perfect alignment. Muscles were tightened to keep him sturdy and his ears were rolled back on top of his head. He needed to slay. He needed to end. syrinx was tired of the war and would put the last of his strength (despite the pain and exhaustion) into his final blows.Still, Syrinx is aware that he is not the only one fighting for his life.

Syrinx could feel the shift of power in his opponents stance. he could feel the force of Isardis pressing against him and immediately he would let himself re-adust. steps would be taken to find some sort of balance and his limbs would tighten in an attempt to keep himself close to the Indarran king. However, Isardis would push against syrinx's right side and he would attempt to snap into Syrinx's flesh. The movement of his limbs in an attempt to tighten around Isardis's neck would make it so isardis's teeth only grabbed the edge of the flesh near his elbow, however, the tender spot would bleed heavily with a 1 inch deep cut that was barely a centimetre long. it were as though a violent nip had come to him.

Syrinx would not be able to handle his pressure with his wounded limb and he would feel his positioning change. He would feel his weight falter and he would feel gravity begin to turn him backwards. However, he would attempt to take Isardis with him. Syrinx would attempt to thrust his right shoulder slightly towards his own left in an attempt to smash it into Isardis's face and stun him. The he would attempt to grab Isardis's neck in his teeth. Syrinx would attempt to make to snap in the same motion he had previously used on Isardis's ears, simply aim farther down, and grasp deep into Isardis's fur. He wanted to keep his teeth near Isardis's neck so that, even while he was falling, he could hopefully pull the demon king with him and still have chance at destroying him.

Syrinx could feel his body roll against the ground. His head kept tucked forward so that he would not hit it on the ground, but his position was simple. He was flat on his back with three limbs in the air. His dislocated left limb would be closer to his body and a sharp pain surged through him. His focus, however, would not rely on him, but his opponent.