Thoughts of the female were long gone. Unlike his opponent Minos no longer fought for the rights to her, it was for his life that he fought for and that alone. To a creature like Minos that was all he needed. He had always thought of himself, and nothing else. He had never lived for the sake of another, he had never breathed and felt his heart pound as if it was another hand that brought him air and squeezed the blood through his veins. This was for him, and it was enough and it pushed him just as hard into the other male’s solid form. It masked the pain that now seemed to double as they clashed, teeth, claws ravishing each other forms.
Minos felt the tides turning in his favor, and his bloodied fangs sought the cream and crimson tinted fur of the male’s soft neck. The fist was not anticipated. And it swung towards the side of his face that was no longer recognizable. He saw black, the pain sending him into a nothingness that made his body go limp and fall away from the other’s chest. A moment later his body awoke, stumbling mindlessly and then falling to the ground. His brain rattled in his skull, the flesh of his face loosing more blood then his body would ever be able to manage. Staggering, his mind flickering on and off, Minos tried to find his footing.