Go ahead, make my day [M]

The playful tone with which she replied was enough to send shivers down his spine. She accepted his apology; but not really, he knew. Ehrgeiz knew she wasn't truly playing around - well, she was, but it was a deadly game. He'd heard such a tone often enough, and every time it gave him a thrill. This was going to lead to violence. There would be blood soon. His, or hers, or both, but it didn't matter to him as long as someone bled. She spoke again with a seemingly harmless shrug. "Clearly someone has to" she said, to which he'd respond with a low, challenging growl. When she spoke one last time, he could feel her whiskers brushing his. He had only a split second to realize she had shifted her position to lunge at him, as they were so close.

He ducked (more like he flinched) just slightly to his right before she struck him, tucking his chin to protect his throat. His legs bent and tail aligned with his spine in preparation to balance himself as she flung her hefty weight at him, hackles rising angrily to create a buffer against his opponent. Her paws wrapped around his neck, just somewhat lower than intended. Rather than her paws wrapping directly behind his head, she'd gained a grip midway around his neck. The front of her chest would ram into the middle front of his neck, gagging him slightly and leaving some mild bruising. As he choked, he was only able to tilt his head slightly to his right to displace her attack to his face. Her upper left canine would dig directly into the scar tissue of his left eye socket - luckily for him, the eye had already been previously removed, though it still hurt like a son of a bitch. Normally he would growl and snarl in response to pain, but at this particular moment, he couldn't help the gurgling roar of agony that escaped him, followed by a sharp inhale. The rest of her teeth found their mark on his face and earning a solid grip, leaving moderate punctures in his left brow and cheek, causing blood to leak down his face and soak his ivory coat.

He had to retaliate. But he knew he had few options. Her grip on both his face and his neck were tight, and she was strong - there was good reason he'd called her an amazon. He shifted his weight to his hind legs, abdominal muscles tightening to strengthen his stance. His hind toes spread for balance and claws dug in for traction in the slick mud. Tucking his forelegs up against his body, he tried to lunge forward with what little momentum he could gain, attempting to slam the front portion of his chest into the front of Sabine's chest in hopes of giving her a small bruise and shoving her back just slightly. Ebony ears folding back and face scrunching up in a nasty snarl, right eye narrowing protectively, jaws parting and lips peeling back to expose his fangs, he turned his head to his left in an attempt to bite her, to try to her neck - if she still held onto his face, her teeth would drag to cause moderate lacerations, damaging the left side of his face further. His lower jaw tried to hook just under her chin on the left side of Sabine's throat, right where her jugular ran into the base of her skull, while his upper jaw sought to sink in just behind her jawline, several inches below her left ear. He hoped to leave moderate punctures that would bleed heavily and gain a grip that would force her to let go of him.

Sabine vs Ehrgeiz || Force claim (fighting for his own freedom/dominance) || 1/3