My skin is a story [o, sparring]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — [abbr=tanglewood, lion, 66 months, poetking's brother]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Wormwood had only meant for the two of them to have a nice and fair fight that had just been for fun, and for practice. He hadn't meant for this to happen. The lion's eyes widened in surprise and fear as Vathmos's eyes lit up, and he quickly yanked his face away as the hyena began to snap at his face, the electricity making his heart speed up to the point where he felt like he was gonna die, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Vathmos, what the hell! Stop, stop!"[/glow] He put a paw on Vathmos's face, shoving her jaws away before jumping away and off of her. He watched her cautiously after stepping back, his claws still out and his muscles still tensed in case she continued her rampage, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Are... are you alright? Do I need to get someone?"[/glow] Honestly, he just wanted someone around to make sure she didn't kill him.