Bulls In The Bronx [Raid]

Exodus heard a call ring out for the pack - oh, that was Marina, Chasm's mother! - but this time it was not a meeting, it was not a training session. It was a call for help. There was an intrusion, and he felt a state of urgency as he jumped to his paws and shot out from his den, trying to shake the sleep from his mind as he tore away from the plains and into the moor. He wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there - did he have enough training to take on a trespasser? But what if one of his packmates was in trouble? He couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He had to try, even if he was out-ranked by the enemy. As he was getting closer, he heard Regulus' familiar howl ring out. Now things were really getting serious. Exodus put on a burst of speed until he could hear the growls and scuffling of claws digging into the ground. There was definitely something bad going on.

When he arrived, he saw that many of his own pack mates were already battling unfamiliar wolves.
His multi-colored eyes gazed around in shock. These wolves... they were so violent. They had come in the middle of the night to trespass, fight and steal, and they looked eager to fight with the wolves of Celestial. This was wrong... just so wrong. As he looked to Regulus, where the scarlet-coated male was locked in battle with the other packs' Alpha, Exodus felt a fire ignite within him. These vicious bandits were not going to get away with this. The hefty young male stood to his full height, his amber eyes blazing, the violet and magenta flecks seeming to stand out as his gaze sought out an enemy that was not fighting yet. He spotted a girl, probably about his age; she seemed like she was second-guessing her presence here, and she was leaning into a larger male who stood beside her. His eyes locked onto the dark-gray male, seeking out his blood-red eyes. That would be his target. He wasn't going to attack some scared little girl.

Stamping toward Steel, Exodus squared up in front of him, although his eyes briefly drifted to Jade. "You shouldn't have come here," he warned in a deep, rumbling growl as his gaze then snapped to Steel, a fierce snarl over-taking his facial features, "We don't let trespassers go without a good remind of the mistake they've made." He tried to sound threatening, to sound more confident than he really was. He'd never been in a real fight, but he wasn't going to stand by and let the rest of Celestial defend the pack. After all, this was the job he was striving toward. It was sooner than anticipated, but he wanted to protect his pack and make their Alpha proud. These wolves had to pay for their transgression. They were not getting off easily.

Exodus shifted his paws into an even, widened stance that would help him keep his balance, his knees and elbows bending for flexibility and to lower his center of gravity. He readied himself to fight quickly, putting his training into action. Toes splayed for balance, nails digging into the ground for traction and head lowering to align with his spine. His ears flicked back defensively. His tail lifted to align with his spine, hackles rising along his back and neck. His shoulders rolled forward protectively,
his scruff bunching up to keep his neck safe. Then he kicked off, trying to close the distance between himself and Steel as quickly as possible. He wasn't going to take it easy on the brute, in fact he wanted to make sure that his actions matched his words. And maybe then the girl beside the male would take off when she realized her pack didn't stand a chance.

He lowered himself a little more by bending his legs as he neared his opponent, weight shifting to his hind legs so that he could propel himself forward with more power, jutting out his right shoulder as he aimed to slam the bony part of that shoulder into the middle of Steel's throat. He hoped to leave moderate bruising and choke the male, to leave him gasping so that Exodus could take advantage of him. Then his parted jaws turned to his right, aiming to strike the right side of Steel's face, upper fangs seeking to dig into the man's temple and lower fangs aiming for the lower cheek with the intention to leave severe lacerations down the side of the man's face. Lastly, his right forepaw lifted and then was thrown downward, aiming to slam down on Steel's right forepaw in hopes of fracturing the toes. Exodus hoped he'd make a good example out of the brute, so that the invaders would think twice about ever repeating this mistake.

Exodus vs. Steel for Maim [Severe facial scarring]
Round 1/2?
Height: 36"
Build: Heavy