He struck true and hard, knocking the Roses away as he and the red fox rolled in the snow, scrabbling at each other as he tried to pin the other beast to the ground and position himself for a killing blow. This was no recently-made Attuned though, new to their body and uncertain of its capabilities. Ianto reacted with sharply-honed instincts, getting his claws under Jigano's belly and scratching through his thick winter coat. The white fox snapped centimeters from his prey's throat, but two black paws caught his stomach and kicked out just as his teeth clashed together, only dripping black saliva on Ianto's jaunty fur.
He was knocked aside and regained his feet, underside already streaking with black blood from his fresh cuts as he bristled at Ianto and shook his head against the annoying buzzing that almost sounded familiar, bits and pieces of unheard sound that didn't quite make sense to his blight-addled brain.
All that mattered was blood and Roses, and he had both before him as he began a slow, slinking circle to try and get around Ianto and go for his fallen flowers instead.
He was knocked aside and regained his feet, underside already streaking with black blood from his fresh cuts as he bristled at Ianto and shook his head against the annoying buzzing that almost sounded familiar, bits and pieces of unheard sound that didn't quite make sense to his blight-addled brain.
All that mattered was blood and Roses, and he had both before him as he began a slow, slinking circle to try and get around Ianto and go for his fallen flowers instead.
