STANDING OVER THE LEDGE | open, breakdown. (tw)

[Nero]

Nero wasn't prepared for the possibility of an attack. His breath caught in his throat as the hybrid leapt at him, pushing him to the ground and forcing the air out of his lungs. Since he hadn't been allowed to leave his room in the past, there was little opportunity for him to get injured. Therefore, as fangs dug into the flesh of his shoulder, the fiery pain that enveloped the area was completely new to him. Nero grit his teeth, pained tears pricking his eyes and he squirmed and writhed beneath his attacker. "Get off me! Stop it, you're hurting me!" He pleaded, batting at Playerone's stomach with unsheathed claws. He didn't want to harm anyone, but his mind was kicking into overdrive. Nero would regret it later, but at the moment he didn't have much of a choice.