It was a tug of war, the struggle of who would go down first, who would be the first to let the other blood spill, and who would give up. My nostrils filled with the smell of blood, my body welcoming the pain like fireworks to the point I felt nothing, only my blood lust empowering me, the pain was nothing now and I only focused on the fuel my rage gave me and I let it flow.
I growled as I tried my hardest to hang the tail on mid-air, aiming fiercely at me to bite my head off, but I was resilient and like the first time the spell slipped into my head, I need not chant for it was already manifesting and I allowed more power to exert and I let it set loose.
