The Dominant Primordial Beast.
I look him straight in the eye. He returns the hostility with vigor. The stare down lasts about 6 heartbeats, and then we’re off. He goes right, I go left. Then we both come at each other head on. A dull thud echoes in the distance. The heartbeats return.
His teeth flash like lightening and his good eye burns like fire. I return the challenging glare once more, except this time I growl. He instantly becomes flustered for a second, maybe less. I take the opportunity.
I lunge for his breast, missing narrowly by inches. Now I’m on my hands and knees, panting as he is. We are one now. I am beast. Beast is I.
I read his movements and see his weakness. I aim for it, and hit my mark. He instantly backs off, but I hold on. I hold on throughout his violent thrashing and snarling; a hurricane of blood and spit. I hold on until the very end.
