[As satisfying as it is for Irahl's bite to catch something, it is overshadowed by the warmth and sharpness that he's immediately hit back with. It's a jolt that changes things. All at once, the fight is concentrating down to a fierce pinpoint.
Pain lances through the splits and abrasions on his busted mouth, but the growl that leaves him is purely one of aggression and gratification. Because, suddenly, he has him. It's the thrill of catching something that he hadn't known he'd been hunting. The world hasn't stopped tilting from being knocked loose by Vincent's fists and he's reeling with the momentum.
He has been following this mindless track of provoking, demanding, and he does so again. When Vincent crowds Irahl's senses, there is no part of his brain that screams that he's too close. Instead, the claws tangled between them release Vincent's shirt to reach around and dig into the back of his neck instead, pulling him in.]
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Pain lances through the splits and abrasions on his busted mouth, but the growl that leaves him is purely one of aggression and gratification. Because, suddenly, he has him. It's the thrill of catching something that he hadn't known he'd been hunting. The world hasn't stopped tilting from being knocked loose by Vincent's fists and he's reeling with the momentum.
He has been following this mindless track of provoking, demanding, and he does so again. When Vincent crowds Irahl's senses, there is no part of his brain that screams that he's too close. Instead, the claws tangled between them release Vincent's shirt to reach around and dig into the back of his neck instead, pulling him in.]