If Coszcotl would have known it was simply tradition his mind would not be in the state it was. He would have respected his culture and simply have battled with him. At the very least he certainly wouldn’t have the idea of him dying on his mind. Coza would die for his position, but he wouldn’t kill for it. The male’s life would be safe, but he would not be in good shape by the battle's end. His dusty brown tail lashed as his eyes watched Bones' every move. The normally soft sunset gaze of the male was serious and borderline on deadly, narrowed and calculating. He was doing this for his Moth, his friends Hush and Sen and their pups. He had promised all who had come into his land a safe and stable home and he would protect them and insure that they would have that.

It seemed the other male was ready to get the battle started. He was a large male and Coza was certain he was sure of his skills, he knew he wouldn't be able to muscle this brute around. He looked experienced and to Coza they looked like a quite even match and it would come down to their own abilities and experiences in battle. Their sizes were nearly the same, but their mindsets were not, Coza had the will and drive to win and others to protect. The cream and brown male was not one for running and sprinting around. He was trained to fight and hit hard, be close quarters and minimal movements to save energy. He was a war wolf after all and wars tended to last a long time. He was ready for this male as he came charging forward, his own fangs were behind his lips while the others were bared as his maw opened wide aiming for his face.

His movements were minimal, taking a step back and feeling the strong force of the male’s jaws clip over the top left side of his muzzle leaving some gashes across the top that were deep enough to scar. He twitched his head back the remaining distance, tucking his head in to protect his throat seeing the blood from his peripherals while his actual gaze still lingered on Bones’ movements. It stung and burned but it wasn’t enough to keep him from attacking or exerting his own force or distract him fromm what needed to be done.

He hadn’t moved much, only a step back from his original position forcing Bones to come to him and stretch out. He watched as his paws came to trip him up and Coza stumbled to the right as his right paw was slipped from under him. It tripped him up, though he wasn’t so clumsy as to completely fall. It took a moment before he was able to shove his paw back into place, but he used the stumbled movement to continue moving and sidling to Bones’ left side and prepare for his own retaliation.

Coza snapped at the side of Bone’s neck, just where the muscle that controlled the movement was and just behind the cheek bone. If he grabbed it he would jerk his head wildly about and yank without fully releasing his grip just to cause more damage to the area. He took one step forward as to be nearly on top of the male and in his space before snapping at the lower end of his back of his neck and spine that was in reach. Again he would use the same tactics only in a different location. Snapping down on whatever he could get and yanking his head backwards to cause as much tearing of the flesh in that area as he could. Both times his strikes caused a bit of tension in his wounds, causing little pangs that to anyone fresh to battle would have distracted. It hurt, but he had fought with many more wounds than this before and with much worse distactions such as other wolves planning on piling on to him and driving him into the ground. One on one was a lot less mentally stressful.

Should he have been smaller he would have pressed him into the ground, but because of his size Coza knew he wouldn’t just be able to muscle him around like many of his previous opponents. He would have to hurt them and badly. It made him feel bad but he would do anything to protect his loved ones.

-Yep that’s it! =)
Attacks 1&2 completed, 0/1 Full Dodges, 1/2 Half-Dodges, 1/1 Full hits taken-



COSZCOTL
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