I Walk Alone...

He was getting much more pissed now. Not only was the idiot trying to claw at him, but he'd been trying to get him down on the ground. That was just not going to happen. Pontifex wouldn't allow it. If anyone was going to be on the ground, it was going it be the hot head in front of him. The esquire had risen to his paws, successfully deflecting the reach towards his scruff. His raised forelimbs rained down on the brute, slashing across his muzzle, drawing a shallow mark just as his claws swiped Ponti's jaw, another shallow scratch to join the ones on his shoulder. The brute dropped back down his paws, lips curled back away from his dentures in a continuous snarl. Who the hell do you think you're calling a mongrel you idiot!


And then the challenger was charging towards the esquire once again, looking to ram himself into his side. Instead of rearing up or meeting the charge head on, Pontifex stood his ground, legs squaring, knees bending for extra balance, talons gripping the earth, muscles tensing in preparation for the impact.



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