[m] there is a two-fold silence

Caillen Winters · 06-06-2011, 01:23 AM

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A satisfying ache shot through his knuckles as they made contact with a snarling muzzle. There was no sharp crack to signify that anything had been broken, but Caillen's immense size lent him great strength, and such an attack had surely not been wasted.

The smaller man was much quicker than he, though, and Ezekiel retaliated almost instantly, even as blood sprayed from his nose with a sharp exhale. The man's lithe body weaved out of sight of his good eye, and the blind one searched wildly, soaked in red and twitching with maddened intent. Again, the coyote King came at him, but this time the wolfdog's massive bulk lent him good stead, and a violent thrash pushed the man's seeking claws away from his face as though his attack was nothing more than an annoyance.

There would be no mercy this time. The bear was infuriated beyond restraint - He had forgotten all sense of clarity or reasoning, knew nothing of human thought of emotion beyond the pain that now lashed every inch of his body, and the potent combination of his intense anger, betrayal, confusion and utter sorrow. His limbs knew of the strength of this kind of immortality - even that in which the arrowhead was still embedded. Without pausing to allow the other to form a defense, Caillen struck again, and his fist met the other's face with a fierce bloom of triumph. However, there was no joy in the beast.

Quickly, far too quickly to be expected from such size, Caillen's other hand found the man's soft, creamy throat. Putting all his mammoth weight behind the move, he threw his force forward, aiming to shove Zeke into the ground and crush the life from him.

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