Go ahead, make my day [M]

Violence exploded between the two wolves, and pure rage. He had finally grabbed a hold of her, and now she was retaliating. Ehrgeiz could feel the intense fury radiating off of her as his teeth pierced her skin. If he'd thought she was angry before, now she was really pissed. Her paws slammed down on both of his forelegs as intended, and her jaws clamped onto his scruff, her lower jaw at the back of his skull, her upper jaw several inches down her spine, and a large clump of fur and flesh caught in her teeth - the punctures were only mild for now, but she'd gained a hold, and he was sure she was about to make things much worse for him. The smaller brute would hold tight to the grip he'd managed to attain, and began thrashing as soon as she did. He pulled back, his jaws firmly clamped, pulling like it was a game of tug-o-war, tossing his head back and forth as he hoped to inflict greater damage upon her - he hoped to deepen the punctures and create moderate lacerations at the front of her left foreleg/chest where he'd gained a hold.

His scruff stretched as he did so - luckily, there was a lot of skin to work with, however, as she pulled and thrashed, the wounds began to grow, the punctures deepening to moderate, and her teeth began to tear moderate lacerations as well, until blood was spilling down both sides of his scruff. Ehrgeiz snarled furiously, though the sound began to mix with a gurgled laughter, a sound that seemed rather sinister. Her blood was upon his tongue, and his own fur, upon his face and scruff, was soaked in the red liquid. The agony of his wounds had morphed into a dull ache now as the adrenaline worked through his veins, allowing him to toss fear to the wind as he fought.

However, his defenses would still remain intact, ears folded against the back of his skull, his good eye closed protectively, since the blood running over it had blinded him anyways, he might as well not even try to see through it. His lips were curled back, exposing all of his teeth and causing the skin around his face to wrinkle up in a protective layer. His hackles remained on end, creating a thick buffer between his skin and his opponent's fangs. His legs were parted evenly, distributing his weight to each limb for good balance, toes splayed and claws digging into the mud for better traction. His tail was tucked tightly under his belly to keep it protected, as well as cover his underside, abdominal muscles crunching tightly as he continued his assault.

Sabine vs Ehrgeiz || Freedom || 3/3