The headbutting continued. Shallow cuts flew open across my face and his, blood mixing where our foreheads met. He shoved my hand aside at some point and grabbed my face, trying to throw me off with his weight.
The moment I saw his strength winning, I did the only logical thing.
I opened my mouth and sank my teeth into the meat of his lower palm, right above the wrist, biting down hard.
He yanked his hand away, screaming.
"You crazy bastard!!"
'Takes one to know one.'
Using the momentum of his shock, I shoved away from his body. As I rolled across the ground, my hand found cold steel — his sword. I snatched it up and scrambled back, holding his own blade at him.
Worth it.
He slowly stood, one of my daggers in his grip. The other was still with me. Kai leaned heavily on one knee, breathing hard, examining his wrist with its neat ring of teeth marks and reddened, bleeding skin.
Then he gave me an irritated glare.
"What are you, a dog?"
