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 realized, with a start, that Vathmos was bleeding from the mouth, and he hadn't let her bite him. Eyes widening, he rumbled softly, getting the general gyst of what she had just said despite the language barrier, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Vathmos, you need to stop this! You're hurting yourself, and you're gonna hurt me!"[/glow] His words fell on deaf ears, however, as Vathmos came charging again. He tried to whirl around to protect himself, but he wasn't fast enough,his bulk not being as fast as the hyena's slim speed, and he felt teeth sink into his leg, charged with power. He let out a roar of pain, feeling the electricity surge through his body as blood ran down his leg. Quickly whipping around, he aimed to slam his paw, claws out, into Vathmos's face, trying to knock her forcibly off of him and hopefully knock her out.