Coza felt his fangs make contact, even though he felt the wolf’s thick fur he knew the scrapes would hurt. He had seen how fluffy the male was, and though it was advantageous it could not shield him completely from his long canines. He tasted the iron of blood and the hard feeling of bone. He had missed though it would still be enough to hurt him. Coza was not one for feeling victorious when he tasted the blood of another or the mad bloodlust that often came with battle. He felt honestly bad that he had the wound the other, his ears pinning his ears against his head but eyes burning with determination to win and continue this fight. His fangs grazed off his shoulder, not doing as much damage or grabbing onto his flesh like he had wanted, but he was not over with all of his retaliations.

His next move went in he watched as the male tried to move away from his second close range attack and this time he wasn’t so lucky. He grabbed onto the scruff of the male and really what saved him from taking more damage was his weight and ability to still himself. Coza on a normal wolf that was smaller and lighter than him could usually pull them upwards and dangle them, but Bone’s being of his size and weighing more it was an impossible task this time. Not that it wouldn’t hurt or damage him. He yanked away feeling a bit of fur and flesh come with him, spitting it out and seeing the male drive his head forward towards him.

He barely had time to react to him, seeing him dash down to grab his leg in an attempt to again make him lose his footing. It would not work this time. Feeling the males fangs grip mid leg just at the bone the brute yanked his leg back as Bones tried to pull it under him. It was quick and causes four clean gashes to come across the left leg. It stung and quickly he felt warmth around the wounds and knew they were bleeding. He growled gritting his teeth as he kept a careful eye on the others movements. He watched as Bones moved, aiming to do similar to what Coza had just done to him. His muzzle tingled and his leg hurt and the male wasn’t about to take any more damage.

He took a quick step to the side away from bones, his hurt leg searing as he did so. He did his best not to favor it though it showed that he did. Still it was enough to escape the other male’s fangs as Coza heard the satisfying sound of fangs click in the air as he took just a few of the longer furs around his neck, he wouldn’t be taking any flesh there today and Coza was ready again to step forward and begin his assault.

He was sure the other male was aching and it was his turn to finish this. He first used their parallel position to his advantage though his neck was no longer in reach the hock of his leg certainly was. Coza snapped down attempting to grab the closer back leg and then drove him own form forward attempting to drag him and make him fall to the ground by pulling his leg out and back. Another side affect could be popping the leg out of place temporarily as he did so, though it wasn’t quite as likely.

If he fell Coza’s next attack would be a fairly obvious one, he would place himself over the male and bite and hold him on the ground by his scruff forcing him to submit or else feel more pain to the already tender area he had bitten before. Should he not fall, well there would be another entirely different course of action.

If bones managed to remain upright or escape the first attack completely he would turn himself around and move as quickly as he could forward. He anticipated that the male would have turned around or moved forward himself to dodge leaving them front to front. Regardless of his positioning Coza would bowl forward with all his might jaws wide and aim for the very throat of the male. He would not kill him but choke him until he passed out using Bones’ thick fur to his advantage for this, to buffer his fangs from penetrating his jugular. Should he miss the jugular he would again show no mercy and tear at whatever it was he did grab leaving as many gashes and wounds as he could on the male. He really didn’t want to kill anyone ever, Coza just wanted all of this to be over and for him to still remain as alpha of the lands.

His muzzle and leg ached and burned, but they were both trivial to the feeling of pain he had experienced in the past. Once this was over he would allow for the pain to more greatly show and bother him, both woulds would not kill him though both were deep enough to likely scar should they not be treated properly. Moth or Sen would make sure he was okay and if this brute allowed he would see that they would care for his wounds as well. He was not a bitter creature by heart and perhaps that gesture would show the male that not only was he strong, but gracious as well. Of course all of that was only if he won this battle.

-Attacks 3&4 completed, 1/1 Full Dodges used, 2/2 half dodges used, 1/1 Full hits Taken-

"This me speak your tongue."
"This is me speaking my Nahuatl tongue"


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