*Rion*
Brutus, it turned out, was all bark and no bite. My crew and I waged war and raised hell against his equally sizeable but otherwise underserved men. Our claws and teeth were no match for outdated sabers.
Blood and iron arced as we fought. My claws ripped into Brutus' flesh and his blood splashed against my fur. He screamed and swung a blade that ended up sailing over my head as I ducked.
He was not a skilled fighter, but rather a bar brawler. He was built for beer-fueled battles, screaming matches, and bullying those he perceived as lower than him.
I made sure to remind him of this by diving into his neck and clamping my jaws. My teeth sunk into the tightly bound muscles of his flesh. Blood exploded into my mouth as I clenched, unrelenting.
I felt his fingers fly around my f
