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Samael seemed to be enjoying this. Damn masochist. He snarled again, not bothering to wince this time as Samael's increased in pressure. He shivered as it became more difficult to breathe. The sensation of slowly moving closer and closer to death was intoxicating: not in the respect that he felt like he would die, but knowing that he had to fight. He inhaled shakily, shifting his weight, trying to alleviate the pressure on his neck. He snarled once more, growing angry when his attacks proved futile. Fine,, he decided. He changed his tactic, whipping his arms back and slashing at the other's face. The other was bleeding, fuck, he was bleeding, but he wasn't letting go. He could feel the blood pooling and he could feel his consciousness wavering. He was not going to faint. Fuck no.
He attacked again with more ferocity, attempting to dig his claws right in to the other's face and rip out chunks of skin. He hacked at the other's neck, just below the jaw. His heart was pounding and he could feel himself slowly disappearing. Fuck. No.
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