Things blurred in the few moments it took the male’s bulk to take his target down. Time seemed to be moving at an irregular pace. Some things raced by while others lingered for what seemed like minutes. Pain passed slowly, the punches that flew around Jaden’s gauntlets and into his already aching torso caused him to cringe and snarl but not to relent. The impact with her was sweet and fast, satisfyingly successful though it didn’t seem to cause as much damage as he had hoped it would. The woman under him fell with skill and didn’t stop fighting as he tried to subdue and cause damage to her smaller frame. He pushed down on her arms and pulled his body back and away from her snapping jaws, her black muzzle stopping so close to his crimson chest that he could feel her breath on his fur.
The invader could still taste bitter rage as he snarled and snapped back at his would-be victim. She was strong and he struggled to keep her from wrapping herself around him or escaping. When his dark hands finally found stability on her forearms, he dug his claws into the flesh and tried to force them down. Then he slammed his body into her and pressed all his weight against the woman. His attempt was to smother her as he also tried to shove his shoulder under her chin and pull his throat out of reach. Keeping her teeth from his flesh would be more productive than if she got him between her jaws but he felt his efforts were in vain and it didn’t bother him. Weather she could bite him or not, he was close enough to get to her now. He snapped his fangs closed on her, cutting down on the tight, trained muscle between her throat and her shoulder. He might have tried to tear out the black throat only inches away, but he couldn’t keep himself out of reach and go for it at the same time.
Blood coated Jaden’s tongue and fangs. Its flavor quenching his lust coupled with a sharp cry from one of his comrades suddenly broke the wanderer’s rage. His eyes darted to Terra, the attacking group’s leader, and saw the sickeningly odd angle she had twisted one of her hind legs to get at a secui female clamped onto the appendage. They were too spread out and outnumbered. If they didn’t change the way this battle was going soon, Jaden’s gut told him someone would die, or worse, be captured to suffer at the hands of Salsola.
But the man didn’t have much time to think on it. The warm, dangerous body beneath him slipped from his grasp as his teeth let up and he threw himself painfully away from the fighter. His bow string still lay across his chest into and pulled into his fur when the muscles underneath tensed, reminding him of its presence. Standing, he drew it with one arm and a sharp projectile with the other, relieved when he saw he hadn’t chosen one broken by his earlier fall. He strung the arrow and brought its tip to face the black woman, pausing then to gasp for breath and daring her to advance. There was absolutely no chance he would miss at this range and none that she could dodge. But he paused. The archer needed a moment to group his thoughts in case his target still had some fight after the arrow breached her frame.
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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