I Walk Alone...

Muscles ready. Heart racing. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, this dog was fired up. He had made the first strike, which normally he didn't do but decided to risk it anyway. He was tired of waiting and wanted to vent out his anger as quickly as possible. Claws scored flesh, but just barely. His teeth had sought his target, but his grip was released when his opponent reared. The grey warrior pushed him aside with raised forelegs, and from the corner of his eye saw where he'd attempt to strike. Squall let himself be pushed, and in turn he struck the boys head with his own powerful swipe, causing his teeth to stray away from meeting flesh. With vicious snarls, Squall fell on his paws. His icy gaze never leaving his opponent.


"Tch! Is that all you've got, mongrel?!" Squall shook his head and offered a teasing grin. He'd have fun with this one. He wasn't gonna lose, he had no intention of that happening at all. A hardened bark escaped his sleek form, challenging his opponent further. With flattened ears he prepared himself. The warrior closed in as quick as a flash, limber movements skimming across the ground. His large paws sent dust clouds up behind him, a trail following his attack. He leaped again towards the man, crashing full force into his side to knock him down.