quite eradicated
You reply and I can wrap this up and close it? 
Ezekiel didn’t need a reason. He had no cause to justify his actions, to explain to a stranger why it was he hated him. He was there, he was a body, and he was someone who could take the frustration as others could not. The Aquila had lived without support for so long that sometimes this felt like the only option. Lord on High, it felt good. Bloodied teeth sank into flesh as he reveled in the pure moment. No words, no talk, no stupid noise. Fighting was the only way he know how to speak as the prophets had.
Yet to connect cost him. Ezekiel felt teeth scrape across his ribs. He recognized the difference in their size was one that would put the stranger at an advantage. Unlike his father, Ezekiel was no behemoth. Unwilling to risk serious damage, he released the silvery male quickly and darted away. This too, was a ruse. Almost as suddenly as he had left did he circle back, charging up from the rear. A good pounce would put him atop the male, but his chance was fading yet; the wound had slowed him, if only slightly, and his attention was no longer left singularly on attack.
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