[Plenty of adrenaline flowing through this here motherfucker's body as it is, so when the Summoner reacts violently, he makes a quick decision to move the fuck out of the way of those horns! There's a small scrape, but it's no biggie, even if it makes him :C a little. He had gone this whole time without a real wound, but the Summoner of all things/people had to make the first scratch!
But with all this bloodlust running through him now, earlier from the fights and now from the attack, he paws at the ground with a foot, itching to retaliate. God, what do what dooooo? The Summoner has all those impossibly strong monsters at his disposal, while he only had himself, but damnit he wants to just...gore the rebel with his horns. He wants to feel that hot sticky mess run down them and seep into his hair and scalp. It sounds disgusting and ugh why is he thinking this, but goddamn he can't help it.]
my prose is just a mess oh man
But with all this bloodlust running through him now, earlier from the fights and now from the attack, he paws at the ground with a foot, itching to retaliate. God, what do what dooooo? The Summoner has all those impossibly strong monsters at his disposal, while he only had himself, but damnit he wants to just...gore the rebel with his horns. He wants to feel that hot sticky mess run down them and seep into his hair and scalp. It sounds disgusting and ugh why is he thinking this, but goddamn he can't help it.]