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Celtic raised his hand , somewhat speckled with scarring from the drips of acidic blood , to touch the wound at his shoulder . With a pain grunt , he realized it would take more than his med kits to fix this , if he could even fix it at all . 1/

Even at such a distance between them , and with the dust and the debris hanging in the air , Celtic could tell that something had shifted with her. Her heartbeat seemed to have increased , 1/

Celtic wheezed as he clambered back to his feet, feeling the familiar acrid taste of blood against his tongue . Ah , he had to commend her on her ferocity in battle — maybe he could see a small glimmer of why Scar fell for her , the siren call of violence promised. 1/

A gruff, gravel-like sound rumbled from Celtic’s maw at the pained screech that left her , the corrupted vestige of what humans called a laugh . It was an uncomfortable, strange sound that didn’t fit his mouth but it felt fitting 1/ nitter.gq/ADeviousMonarch/status…

‘ I will ! ’ If she thought she could best him , then she had another thing coming . He would 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 accept her , or her progeny , and if she found that offensive then that was the way things would be . 1/

Celtic bellows his own rage when she dodges his attack easily , the Black Serpent blood in her giving her lightning fast reflexes that even his tank-like strength struggles to face off against her. 1/

‘ I never asked for any of those things !’ Came his vicious snarl, ‘ Keep your pathetic love , you are no kin to me 𝘶'𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘫𝘦* !’ Narrowly missing the swing of her tail, he was quick to swipe at it, catching the return swing with his long claws. *𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

' That is none of your concern ! ' Celtic snapped , pulling back , ' the 𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯-𝘥𝘪* is none of your concern . ' She's lucky that his respect for Scar as his brother runs deep enough that he allows her to keep that hand , or this could have ended very differently.