What a waste of blood and sweat
11-11-2016, 09:30 AM
His attack had worked, but at a cost; his bruises were rammed into by the female, and Arsenal gritted his teeth at the sharp pain that went through him. At least his jaws had sliced through the female's skin and left some injuries. The female bit onto the elbow of his left foreleg, but she didn't latch onto it for long, although stinging pain still went through him. The female wasted no time in slamming into him, and he stumbled, breath huffing in his throat for a moment.
"Fuck." The curse left his jaws easily, breathless and quiet as he struggled to get his breath. Backing away slightly, he stared at the other female, although he didn't truly submit. "That's enough. I can't fight anymore." Even so, he still stood tall; as tall as he could, really, even with his slight lean towards his less injured side.
Giving her a nod, Arsenal offered a small smile. "Good fight." A little awkwardly, he turned, slightly, and began to walk off.
--EXIT ARSENAL--
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