The pressure against his horns feel...well, amazing. It's so satisfying to just stick a motherfucking fleshy thing with the tips of his horns, knowing it just broke skin and all that blood was flowing.

His body reflexively twists to turn and face the Summoner, even without realizing that a spear is being launched at his back. It scrapes across his side, almost identical in placement to the Summoner where his horns had slashed through. A hiss, loud and serpentine, as his hand also goes up but without touching it.

He's tempted to run at him again, but he's still, breathing heavily in silence, and just watching.