Word Count :: 387 Poor, innocent stump...
She was quick and he was not quick enough and as soon as his claws had left her flesh her foot was in his neck, claws piercing skin. He was thrown back by the force of it, the wind knocked out of him and he coughed. His head swam, little stars flashing about in his vision. His mind turned dark and he felt the rage build, like lava about to burst forth from the womb of the earth. He righted himself to his full height before her, looking like some crazed demon, umber eyes like flames. His mouth opened wide, teeth barred to their fullest and saliva dripping. Desperately he tried to regain his sanity but it was swiftly falling away, and the beast within him was being revealed.
He bound at her, no longer on two legs but using all fours, claws ripping into the earth like a plow sending chunks of it flipping out about him. He wanted her blood, he wanted to rip her beating heart out! The world seemed to slow, the Lykoi femme no longer looked a threat but instead a small skinny thing that would be easy to break. He would tear into her soft flesh and render her useless forevermore.
The beast that was Helotes leapt into the air, a veritable roar emanating from his core, claws and teeth all aimed straight for her throat. At the last second though, his mind screamed at him "NO!", the part that was himself breaking through the part that was his father. He contorted his body, missing Halo all together and instead landing upon a nearly rotted away stump, which was rendered to nothing but wet saw dust by the force and strength of his attack. He let loose his rage upon the stump until the inferno began to die down and panting he turned to her, muscles still bulging.
He could have killed her! He needed to learn to be able to control his rage in the fight, but it was something he had always struggled with. He took deep breaths trying to calm himself and set a placid mask on his face, I concede to you, you are superior. It was all he could say; he wasn’t sure if he had proven himself to her, or made a fool of himself.
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