“Get off of me you little fiend!” Ioder yelled just as the fox closed his jaw upon the nape of his neck. He still well in the air started to flail both his leg and wings as his arms reached back behind his head to grab the fox. The furry bastard had completely taken the Seraphim by surprise with his stealthy and light footed paws. His smallish teeth dig into Ioder’s flesh as the two started to ascend higher and higher into the air from Ioder’s struggling. With Ioder’s heavy clawed gaunt he forced his hand upon the foxes neck grabbing hold of it tight.
Ripping the fox off his gashed neck wasn’t difficult but the damage that this fox was capable of had been done. Ioder’s vision started to blur from the pain of his neck, he clutched the neck of the fox just before casting his weight aside over the edge of the bridge.
“Philomel!” Ioder yelled at the top of his scratching voice. Down below he knew that Philomel had bee hurt by his blade and was week. “Philomel, come out you bitch. Look at what I did to you little doggy.” He yelled again trying to lure the faun out so he could deliver his last blow. The faun was quick on her feet; even with a wound he expected nothing less from her. Ioder lowered himself just too about ten feet of the ground, he looked for the faun.
“C’mon! One final clash!” Ioder yelled challenging the faun into ending the fight like warriors. “Let end this and get on our way. We both have better places to be.” Ioder said in malice mannor.