quite eradicated
Zeke you so weird
Their genetic code, by default, allowed for speed and for the coyote-style of fighting that was to rush, strike, and retreat. He had fought as a coyote all his life. Only once, in the face of a great demon, had he faltered. The truth of this loss rang clear on his face, deep and terrible scars that might have taken his eye if not for chance. An inch, maybe. A centimeter. Then his worth as an archer would be lost and he would have to fall back on this more brutal and confrontational style of combat.
Yet this thrilled him, and it showed. While he remained the teacher yet, his body moved and responded in the language of combat. He praised her even as she struck his shins hard and caused him to fall. As he did, his body twisted and landed atop her back. With a broad and toothy snarl-grin on his face, the Aquila grasped at her torso. His arms sought to wrap around her there and flip her onto her back, so that her belly might be better accessed by teeth. Though tangled by her arms, his feet kicked wildly and sought to find the earth again. If he could plant them, he would be able to use such ground to further his goal.
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