My attempt at taking his eye was not successful, though I did leave a mark upon his golden and white body. I want to rip him up and put him back together again, in a style that I wished. He was to be mine in death, mine in life, and I will make him bleed until the essence of him is gone and he is left with nothing. I am the aggressor, I am the attacker. I am the one who has rage filled in my bones. I am the one who collects the dead. He will be next in my collection, or at least, part of him will be.

I had gone to rip into his neck, and that I did too, making wounds deep. I could see the insides, the meat under the fur. I wanted to see more. But time goes by quickly, and he moves instead of letting me tear him down into bits. Fine. He lunges forward and grasps me where my chest and leg meet. I make no noise at his attack, for adrenaline is running through my veins, and maybe, just maybe, I am not as I...usually am. My mind is in a different place, a place of mental pain and anguish that is much greater than the physical pain he inflects upon me now. He hits and mainly grabs the muscle, my fangs gleam into the air and I hope that my stench bothers him more now that his nose had touched my pelt. Puncture wounds would bleed from where he bit, and he will pay for lingering too long near my den of death. Can he not smell the pelt of Finley resting peacefully near by? I think I need to add him next.

I am no fool. I know what he would do next, or at least my guess was right as my golden eyes saw him move past me. I am quick though, like lightning and to move from my chest to my back leg, how would I not have time to figure that out? He attempts to grab my leg in the middle, but he would not grab it where he likes. I move my body quickly, moving it forward and down so he grabs above my knee. I allow him to grab, to bite down because I had other plans. I needed to rip him apart, and with his backside near and my height as an advantage, I aim to grasp down upon the base of his tail. If I am successful, It would not be my front fangs that would bite down, no. I aim to take the base of the tail in as far as it goes, and crunch down where the most power is...the back of my jaws. I would violently pull as I crunched, as he bit my leg above the knee, leaving flesh on my leg slightly exposed and bleeding.

My height as going to come into play again, and my position is perfect after going after his tail. My white face would flash down from the tail, aiming to bite the back of the leg where the the precious tendons are. I aim for where the back of the leg juts out, and if I am successful, I would also do my best to shove as much leg into my mouth and crunch as hard as I can with the back of my jaws. I will be violent in my approach, absolutely terrifying. My head will shake and ravage whatever part I grab onto to, and I cannot say that I am normal right now, no, for one who has the willpower and the reason, has much more reason to use full force. Elric had her now, her and I will take Cloud as my parting gift. I let a snarl out as my front side, where he bit begins to burn with pain. It appears that adrenaline doesn't last long, but I am determined. I do not notice the blood trickling down my black legs, for my mind is...some would say, insane right now. I am willing to take blows in order to to destroy him, and he will either be destroyed or he will get out of my sight.

(1 Full Hit used, 1 half dodge used. Sorry it is sorta crappy, Seren REALLY doesn't want to be written D: *prods Seren*)