This was a fight more worthy then the one he had fought with the males pathetic partner. While Sin didn't expect the male to go easy, he certainly didn't expect for Cypress to fight with such vigor. Still, Sin would give him many scars to remember him by, assuming he lost this fight. And should he win, then perhaps it would be a lesson to the rest of the family to leave him alone. Personally, he hadn't had intentions of going after Arian. She had ignored his warnings time and time again, lied, stepped on his toes and continued to show her weakness! And finally he had had enough of her idiocy. Her maim had been the warning bite. And he'd left her alone until she came knocking at the devils door. Even if he hadn't maimed or killed her, he was quite surprised that nobody else had. He was sick and tired of her trying to become friends with him, the fool. And in the end, she had paid the ultimate price, walking--or rather, limping--into her own death.
Sin would not give up this fight no matter how much he was beginning to tire. He'd been through many battles, and despite his partial blindness and his new handicap gained from this fight, his stamina would hold true until one of them fell. He would growl in displeasure when his attempt at slamming his shoulder into the smaller man would miss all but the smallest touch. His shoulder seemed to simply graze Cypress' side, perhaps leaving a small bruise if any, but that would not do for Sin. No, not at all.
Throughout the fight, Sin would not falter in his defenses. Hackles rose along his neck and spine, tail remained tucked beneath his body to protect his belly and other vital areas, his eyes narrowed, facial features scrunched up in defiance and aggression, his lips were peeled back, fully revealing his fangs to protect his face and inflict pain on his opponent. He would reground his right forepaw once it failed to gain purchase on his target. His toes were splayed, nails biting the earth as he took a widened stance so his legs were hip and shoulder width apart, his elbows and knees were bent for better balance, weight distributed as equally as possible among his three working legs. His head lowered to align with his spine, chin tucked to protect his throat as his shoulders rolled forward for protection as well. Head pulled back slightly, rolling the fatty layers of skin and fur around the back of his neck while his ears pinned tightly against his head.
Narrowed amber gaze would seek out his companion for a quick second, the shadow cat barely maintaining his composure it seemed as he stared hungrily at the fight that was in progress. As Sin strove to follow his opponent, a wild bark would escape his maw, and that was all Seifer needed to immediately leap to his feet and join in the fray.
Crimson gaze tore into the enemy, the man so foolish enough to fight a battle that might end up against him. With a wild cat call following Sin's wild bark, Seifer began to zero in as if he were stalking a piece of prey. He eyed the position of the two males, Sin and Cypress parallel to one another with Cypress' left side against Sin's right side. That meant Cypress' right side was open...perfect. He would hungrily lick his lips as he zeroed in around the pair, coming in at a right angle towards Cypress' right shoulder. Stupid dogs, time for a lesson in obedience! As swift and as silent as the night time shadows, the crimson marked cat would rush in, claws unsheathed. He would skid to come to stop on a dime, his right foreleg extending as his right forepaw turned upward. He would attempt to score his claws upon the man's throat, claws striving to carve a nasty and potentially fatal wound that led from the base of the right side of Cypress' throat, and up towards the hinge of the the grey man's jaws. A wicked hunger overtook the feline, and should Cypress fall, then there was no doubt Seifer would disembowel him and leave the man unrecognizable.
Time would seem to slow to a crawl, for the moments it took Seifer to approach, Sin was continuing his own movements to save his skin and inflict as many wounds as he could upon Cypress. Since he had failed in capsizing his opponent or breaking ribs, and also failing in unbalancing him (Cypress), Sin would at least relish in the fact he had managed to gain a bite upon his intended target on Cypress' side. The grey male would break free, but that would not concern him for the moment. Sin would stumble slightly away from Cypress, taking a couple of steps forward to launch yet another attack. However, before he could move far enough away, he would feel teeth snap shut upon the end of his tail and slicing his belly. It was only thanks to the stumbling steps and his tucked tail that his sheath would be saved, but he felt bone give way as he felt his tail fracture near the tip. Cypress' fangs would also slice his belly as they just missed grabbing his tail, a centimeter or two away in fact. Lacerations about a quarter inch wide and an inch deep would bleed, but it would not make him stop.
It would be at this moment that Sin would strive to end this. Thrusting himself forward, the alabaster male would throw his right shoulder forward as he sought to slam it into Cypress' left knee joint, seeking to break it and make him fall. He was tired of these games, and he would end this as quickly and as brutally as possible before either of them fell. He would then lift his back right leg as Cypress aimed to slam into it, Sin putting his weight as much as he could upon his front legs and as little as possible upon his injured leg (though whatever weight was put there was painful and stressful upon the injured limb). And he would aim a vicious kick towards Cypress' face in an attempt to claw the man's right eye and blind him, however permanent or temporary. Lastly, jaws opened up and Sin would raise his head over the smaller male's back. He would seek to clamp his jaws directly upon Cypress' spine with his upper canines seeking to bury themselves on the right side of the spine and his bottom canines sought to bury on the left side. He aimed to gain a crippling grip, to shake his head as vigorously as possible to aid in this. This would end today, one way or another. It would either be the devil, or the martyr...May the best man win!
SIN VS CYPRESS for DEATH
Round 3/3
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