His fangs snap closed over open air - much to his frustration. A threatening rumble of a growl echoes out like a roll of thunder. The allogator flings itself away, straight into the tree the hybrid girl sits in. She comes tumbling out in a flurry of color and glitter and whipping air that has him squinting.
But the battle continues and blood has been drawn. He refuses to relent or let his guard down until the beast it dead, and Grimm uses the new weakness to rush forward. There's no caution or restraint this time as he lunges in for the kill. Teeth bared, he seeks the soft side of the neck, looking for the fountain of blood pounding beneath.
Grimm goes for the allogator's throat.
But the battle continues and blood has been drawn. He refuses to relent or let his guard down until the beast it dead, and Grimm uses the new weakness to rush forward. There's no caution or restraint this time as he lunges in for the kill. Teeth bared, he seeks the soft side of the neck, looking for the fountain of blood pounding beneath.
Grimm goes for the allogator's throat.
Grimm
We men are the monsters now
