Eztli was growling as he had to resist the urge to dig his claws into his own skull. Itzal was fighting him tooth and claw for control. Eztli could see Axelle coming but he couldn't do anything about it. If he took his focus off of keeping control, Itzal would win. So that left him defenseless as he watched Axelle approach him with her knife. He tried growling at her, but he cringed when he felt Itzal get closer to taking over. Eztli had worked so hard for his control and this stupid bitch was about to make Itzal take it back. Now Eztli just wanted to kill her for simple reason that she was making Itzal fight so much. No one had ever gotten away from him. When he set out to kill someone, he did it. Itzal had never gotten control back in the middle of a kill before.
Eztli couldn't fight her as she lunged at him, taking them both to the pavement hard. He watched her, unable to say anything, as she moved up his body and held the dagger to his throat. It was at thought point, just like with when Itzal had been in control, that Eztli lost control. But not because he gave it up. He lost control because he tried to fight back again Axelle, raising a fist to try and punch her. Then Itzal pushed once more and his conscious slid into Eztli's place. Itzal sucked in breath and then coughed as he felt the knife cut into his skin. He was tempted to growl but then he remember who this was and what had been happening. Itzal looked up into Axelle's eyes and smiled a warmer smile than Eztli had ever given. He grabbed the wrist that was holding the dagger, knowing that it might take a second for Axelle to realize it was him.
He grabbed his dagger out of his pouch and brought it up to show it to Axelle, not attacking her with it but holding it in front of himself. He didn't intend to die by Axelle's hand, not after everything he had just done to save her. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically. But if he had too, he would keep on fighting her. He tried to talk and stopped, almost coughing as he was again reminded of the dagger at his throat.
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