He saw her move, just as his fangs make contact. A pleased, if not cocky grin hit his maw as he pulled the male’s front leg out from under him though unfortunately slid off as Mugen pulled away. It would slow the male down, but not hardly enough to stop him. Mugen didn’t exactly care if he killed him, he never killed anyone before, but this male wasn’t backing down and Mugen’s stub of a tail raised dominantly despite his smaller size and anything else. He kept his stance and honestly the male yelling at Ankh wasn’t his concern. She did need to leave, Mugen’s tattered ear twitched in her direction but no other signs from him to her. If she was SMART she would leave and let him handle this. Surprisingly Mugen was sort of used to this type of battery though it was nothing he ever experienced in Moladion.

As the shale alpha spun Mugen did something odd, throwing himself too the ground and feeling the surge and pain of fangs upon his scruff then flesh being freed from him. A string of swear words hissed through his teeth but being on the ground meant he had better aim at well… other things. Mugen rolled, his fresh wound being smothered in the dirt as he turned his head and snapped up. He aimed at the tender muscle right next to the man’s groin. Nothing more painful than having that muscle torn and ripped apart, of course his neck burned with the movement, but he had been through his tail being torn off. He was pretty sure he could handle a stiffening neck while trying to maim this bastard male.

He was doing wild things to a enraged brute, there was hardly any sense to his movements even to a calm male. Mugen had to teach himself out there. Not all of it was normal, or good, but it worked for him and hopefully it would work out for this.