Strike a violent pose

It was a strange thing, to feel the forceful collision between himself and his brother, without any laughter or amusement between them - it wasn't like they'd never wrestled before and tested each other's strength in the way that young boys would do, but this was not in play; there was nothing good-natured about any of this. The only vibe between them right now was a serious animosity, and perhaps a somewhat painful regret, but both young beasts were ruled by ego too strong to pay heed to the weaker emotions. There was a lot to prove, and their pride was at stake. His black-rimmed ears folded down tight against his head as he felt his own fangs skim over his brother's flesh, slicing the skin with relative ease, a startling realization. He would have relished the feeling and sought more of it with enthusiasm, had his opponent been someone he truly hated, but causing this harm upon his own flesh and blood in pure anger stirred a painful conflict within him.

Although on the inside his thoughts were disturbed, feeling his brother's grip tightening around his neck, and position shifting to grasp additional control, he knew he had to keep fighting. He couldn't just submit; he wasn't going to let Vadim walk away from this with a smug look on his face. Ramsay's hind legs moved, taking two big steps to his left, his forepaws attempting to follow (although the front end of his body was restricted by Vadim's forelegs wrapped around his neck), refusing to let the other boy take a fully dominant posture over him. So instead of Vadim being directly over him, their bodies formed an acute 'V' shape, the front end of their bodies closest while there remained space between their hips. He rolled his shoulders forward defensively, bunching up the thick layers of skin around his scruff as his neck lowered to align with his spine. His hackles remained raised as an extra layer of protection between his flesh and his brother's teeth. To brace himself against his brother's heftier weight, he locked his elbows and knees, re-positioning his paws to be equally spaced for balance and weight distribution. Toes remained splayed, claws digging into the sod for the greatest possible traction. His tail remained tucked, eyes narrowed, and his jaws parted wide with lips peeled back, the skin around his face bunching up to protect from serious harm. When he felt Vadim's fangs dig deeply in to the back of his scruff, directly in the middle of his neck and leaving severe punctures as well as attaining a firm grip, an enraged growl escaped from his open jaws. Now, he had to take action, and time felt like it began to speed up.

For just a moment his forelegs bent into a lower position, his head lowering straight down in a swift motion, his scruff being tugged painfully in Vadim's grip; then Ramsay forcefully tried to whip his head up and back, his forelegs unbending, pushing against the earth to thrust the front end of his body upward like a wild, bucking horse, while his weight and balance shifted to his evenly spaced hind legs, his abdominal and back muscles tensing for extra force and balance. His intention with this movement was to thrust the back of his neck forcefully into Vadim's jaws, hopefully to dislodge the boy's grip by moderately spraining the jaw joint. He also hoped to start to loosen the boy's foreleg grip around his neck - the longer he remained in Vadim's grasp, the more at a disadvantage he would be, and he knew it, as his brother was much heavier than him and could easily use that weight to smother him if he got the chance.

Ramsay's right elbow thrust backward, and although his elbow was not very flexible and he couldn't gather much force with it at his current angle, he would still try to strike Vadim with the point of his elbow joint right in the middle of the underside of his chest, hoping to leave a mild bruise. Now, craning his neck awkwardly again, his jaws still wide open, he aimed his muzzle downward and slightly to his right, hoping to bite down and snag his teeth on the soft inner portion of Vadim's elbow, attempting to leave severe lacerations there. He had to show his brother that he wasn't going to be dominated, and that he wasn't a push-over; and after all his big talk, Ramsay could not walk away from this without making a point.

Vadim vs. Ramsay || Dominance || 2/3