Marked by fate
No one pretends this is sport.
Leon ducks his head and charges again, teeth snapping as he aims for our flank. Lex slams his shoulder into him, knocking him away, and he stumbles again, that old hip playing up more.
Lex dives, driving Leon to the ground. They scrabble and snap together, teeth flashing and snarls ripping out of them both.
Leon grabs Lex's front leg and bites down hard, trying to sever the bone. I hear a crack, and pain floods us, but Lex doesn't disengage. He rakes his back claws down Leon's exposed stomach, ripping it open.