chemical x

Rolling combat 1d20: 14
Fair - You hurt your opponent moderately

Jaws fell closed with an audible _click_ as that thin skin slips from her grasps yet not without leaving her sputtering stray fur from her maw. An annoyance which earned the man a rare growl as it bubbled in her breast. A sound which threatened to rise with a vengeance the moment fangs seized hold of a previously scraped limb.

Those teeth like a vice, a snare forcing her in as a smaller frame was yanked against him with one powerful tug. Raiden’s lips curled as one still free braced against him. Forcing herself back as far as it could stretch while still being snared but it would be enough. Enough of a gap for a visage to dart toward his own to deliver a viper’s kiss. One full of fangs stained in crimson ichor.

HP: 34 (49-15)