Their attack had been successful. Teeth sunk into the side of their neck, causing blood to flow into Alexandre's mouth. Enamored by their overwhelming hunger, they felt themselves sink into the other's back momentarily to embrace the sickening and salty liquid flowing over their tongue. A groan exited the other as Seven yowled in pain. The pleasure of the struggle, the pain, and the game led them to temporary euphoria. With their guard down, the vampire barely felt the other beginning to shake.

Only when teeth connected with their paw did Alexandre snap out of their self-gratification. The jaws of the enemy dragged them off their back and threw them to the ground. Only did then Alexandre notice their opponent's disability when they looked up, staring them in the face. 'Blind,' they remarked internally. Another advantage to keep in mind, but something to be weary of. Seven's actions would not be as predicable as the other's due to their loss of eyesight. Alexandre was going to have plan their next move.

The other's underside was a death zone clearly with large paws potentially flailing blindly in an attempt to crush the vampire. Staying high was going to be at their advantage. The feline started to beat their wings loudly to catch the other's attention. Like a bull fighter with a red flag, they were trying to have the aggressive tiger dive at them so they could control the situation.

In confidence, the winged domestic cat spoke up. "Your ship is of The Typhoon's," came their coo from nearby. "Fight for your claim or stand down, dear." Continuing to beat their wings, they hoped the other would be fooled by the sound of a secondary attack.

Beating wings continued as the other remained still, not falling for his physical taunt. Alexandre growled underneath their breath. So, the blind one could tell, couldn't they? The vampiric feline did not attempt to stop their winged taunt, but instead let their mind swirl. If there was no chance of a physical show, why not something verbal? Silver-tongued as a snake, the approach shifted.

"How do you know I'm facing you, sightseer"? came their mocking tone. "Who says my attention is on you?" Seven could not know if there was someone else around. Alexandre could be talking to another Typhooner, after all. Using Seven's blindness to their advantage, Alexandre manipulated the perspective of what occurred previously and shifted it elsewhere.

As Seven's tail lashed, a smirk peeled up onto Alexandre's maw. They were getting frustrated. Good. As claws dug into the floor boards, the winged feline continued to beat their brown bat wings. With every loud gust of air, they could practically see the other's anger spike. Eventually, they jutted out from their safe space and dashed towards the feline with teeth bared. She played right into their game.

Teeth clamped onto nothing but air as Alexandre whipped around out of the way. Instead, their body attempted to slide underneath the larger being and drag their claws across her underside. With wings folded, their limbs were clearly exposed to the other, fiending for a moment of weakness from Alexandre. They hoped, if if they could work quickly, there would be enough flesh between their claws to cause a scarring gash.

Whether or not Alexandre was successful, they'd try to slyly escape from underneath the other in time to avoid any thrashing.

Anger surged visibly through the other. Audibly too, not to mention. As a storm of fury started to corral around Alexandre, orange hues looked up at the other, only to be snatched away moments later. Sharp teeth cascaded down onto his left leg, forcibly breaking through skin and crushing bone beneath her grip. Yowling, the feline was dragged off the ground and into the sky.

And moments later, they were back down on the ground. Pain from the collision travelled up their side and into their backside, leading down into their broken limb. The entirety of their side throbbed. Alexandre, not knowing when to stop, tried to get up. Claws sunk into the wooden deck below and paws pushed up from the floor. A cackle-laden groan echoed out as pain struck once again. "So, you can see?" they mocked. "Not with your eyes, but with your daring rage."

Wings started to beat once again, like a matador to a bull. "Take me then," they spat. "I promise I can make it worth your while." This time, the winged beast tried to take flight, but found the pain surging up their side to be an issue. Instead, they continued to mock the other.

A large paw reigned down from above. With sharp claws and the force of a brute, Seven's pressure pushed Alexandre down onto the deck with a thud. Xyrs wings ached from the contact, but also from the overexertion from before. With heavy breaths, the other looked up at Seven with a subtle smirk. She might have won the battle, but they have not won the war. Through the pain, xe would prevail.

Laying still with a concocted idea of what to do, Alexandre let xemself be subjected to Seven's undoing. Xe had gotten what xe wanted.

[Alex has been successfully captured. <3]