He slumped against the cleaver, breathing ragged, blood flowing from his mouth without end. He raised a shaking paw to his neck, that hadn't come without a cost, it felt like someone had taken razor blades to his throat, slashing up his insides. He felt he wouldn't be opening the gates again anytime soon. As his paw fell away from his neck several shrouds of shadow seeped from the gore surrounding him and steadily made their way up to his mane, rejoining the darkness there, his floating wolf teeth returned. He pulled the spear that had been pinning his arm free and tossed it aside.
Turning, he found the giant still standing, looking down in dismay at its shins which were currently bubbling and disintegrating.
Rain stepped away from the cleaver and rolled his claws, scythes following alon
