Her excessive, sharp barks, seemed to have little effect on Orion. She was disappointed he hadn’t startled; his bite didn’t even weaken with guilt. The hypocritical ruthlessness of his demeanor compared to the stereotyped position of Diveen caused buds of addiction to bloom. Angels were still in Moladion. All they needed was a definite nemesis to take flight against. Like a bloodhound tracking down a doe, she’d found her ultimate purpose in the idea - what she was bred for. Her mission steeled in her core.

Agony weakened her right hind leg when Orion’s teeth tore it. Simultaneously, her heart rate spiked when his shriek announced the ear-severing a success; it was the noise and not the feel of the fuzzy ear tickling her tongue that made her aware it separated from his head. The tantalizing feeling of thick, fresh blood squeezed through the gaps of her teeth. She wished for the time to enjoy it, but the situation beckoned speed, not indulgence. Grimoire spat the ear into the long grass, for it would be a hinderance in battle. The female regained footing as Orion stumbled off through the grass. Setting weight on her right leg stung like a thousand wasps. She winced, but settled into the sharp sensation. There was no choice - solid paws were needed for combat.

Her pink eyes tracked his sideways stumble, brows flexed into a vicious sneer and her mouth showcasing teeth dripping with gore. Predatory steps lengthened her body as she turned to him, intending to finish the male. But just as she regained composure, Orion found frenzied athleticism. Later, she would marvel at the strength Danger instilled in his aging bones… Why did so few not realize the momentary beauty of overcoming agony and peril? However, at the moment he launched himself at her, she cursed his resilience. Grimoire’s recoil lacked spring because of her injured leg and she couldn’t avoid the onslaught. The combination of many lucky factors like his lip injury, the angle of attack, and how she pulled away, managed to keep her jugular vein from being sliced open, but Orion’s dentures came within a hairbreadth of impacting it. The momentum of his attack forced her to pivot, which caused her to become parallel to Orion.

Grimoire tossed her head skyward and fled sideways, instinctively trying to force space between the delicate zone and the weapons threatening the vein. The movement caused audible tearing as fur, skin, and muscle were sliced through. She yowled a noise purely of pain while her opponent’s teeth scraped flesh from her until the moment they snapped shut behind her retreat. Fear stiffened her hackles like cactus needles, disbelieving that she was alive as crimson liquid soaked her neck and streamed over her shoulder and chest. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, lolling amidst heaving breath.

Adrenaline flooded her blood; it sharpened her vision to ascertain his position beside her. Swiftly, she turned perpendicular to him, teeth level with his head to make difficult a second assault of her neck. Anger was a strange experience (Grimoire rarely found herself furious), but she delighted in it’s power. If he were honorable, then that was perfect. It meant he would stay to suffer while thinking he was protecting some impossible ideal of perfect, gentle, safe living. Pft. Another hypocrisy. Vengefulness unleashed a second attack on the bloody mass of his ear. There was nothing more torturous than rubbing teeth in a fresh wound. Grimoire wanted to twist the blades inhabiting her gums into the damage and shred working muscle attached to the base of his ear-stump off. But most of all, she wanted to hear another scream.

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Scene: Early morning, no wind, fair weather
Terrain: Grassy field of Diveen, tall grass

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Introduction [x]
Attack 1 [x]
Defense 1 / Attack 2 [half dodge, x]
Defense 2 / Attack 3 [full hit, x]
Defense 3 / Conclusion [ ]