[Rhargn Etn]

Each second that her masulin fingers tightened about the ever crushed windpipe, Rhargn feared more for his life. He could slowly feel his breath die away, as for a moment everything went blury. However, as he felt the hard resistence of bone against his blade, he mentally thanked the gods. It appeared someone was on his side, someone who had other plans for him.

The clasp broke and Rhargn gazed at the agonizing face of the woman upon him. It was clear she was in a great deal of pain, though now the ruffian felt no compassion for her. Instead, he fired his fist forward, catching enough of Leathers throat to knock her back. With her off of him, he heavily and thankful harvested the very essence of his existence, swallowing as he did so. There was no time to rub isore skin however, as the injured heathen seemed to throw herself at him in a desperate attack.

Seeing the desperado move, Rhargn attempted to roll to the side, seeing what options he had. If she fell to the ground, he'd immediately mount her downed body, and hammer elbows into the back of her head and neck, before removing the dagger and plunging it through her spinal cord. However, if she was to stay on her feet, the titan would quickly clamber to his and scan the pit, locating how far his weapon was away, as well as hers, and in what sort of condition Leather was in.