It was such a satisfying feeling when something works out the way it was supposed to well for the most part anyway. As the golden stag bears down on the crocodile trying to do as much damage as possible the first thing that surprised him was the thickness of the God's hide. Feeling his knife sink itself into the flesh he tears his head back gouging anything off that he could. For all the work he had put into trying to make this work his efforts are rewarded by nothing more than a scale, one fucking scale! Beneath it lies the strangest skin he had seen so far from one of these monsters. Instead of bloody and torn like one could expect the layer is smooth and relatively colourless. Confused the stallion doesn't get much time to really look at the skin before the croc's shoulder connects with his own sending him tumbling backwards into the dirt. Stumbling over his own feet thanks to the impact all efforts to regain his balance fail miserably as the first thing to hit the ground is his back. Feeling the air rush from his lungs a groan escapes his throat as the delicate skin upon his neck and back are scraped off. Laying still for a second to regain his sense of where the hell he was and also his breath the golden tries to access his injuries.

The burns that had been relatively healed from the first round with these forsaken monsters had ripped open again igniting the spasming pain associated, otherwise nothing else seemed too broken. Pulling his feet out from underneath him the young warrior heaves himself back to his feet grabbing his knife in the process. Anger thrummed loudly from within as the crocodile tried to strike out at others who had come to fight. They shouldn't be messing with things that they knew nothing about, but in a way he was thankful for their help. Heaven only knows what array of wounds would decorate his pelt if he had been the only one fighting. He was trying to keep his body looking utterly perfect and these damn fuckers (meaning the rift gods) were not helping in the slightest. Snorting the golden stag lunges forward once more barrelling towards the croc wanting him to pay for all that he has ever done. This was where it ended, gods help anyone who dared get in his way. Horns aimed forward and gleaming within the sun's ray the stud races towards the underbelly of the beast once more, if only he can pierce through the same spot that the scale had ripped from. Rapidly scanning the scale pattern as he neared he searched for the weakened patch frantically not wanting to run out of steam before he got to feel the satisfaction of the beast's blood pouring from the wound. At long last the stud lunges forward knife gripped firmly between his teeth and horns raised to battle aiming to dig deep into the belly of the beast. "This is between you and me leave the rest of them out of it!"

“We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”