It's Written In Gold [PACK CHALLENGE FOR TALIS]
Their positions would change once more, bringing the pair near parallel to one another. Ears shifted atop his head as he listened to Ashiel's footsteps, alerting him to this change though he could just as easily hear the hard breathing of his opponent. This fight was dragging on, and Dragon was growing tired and was sure his opponent was too. This was perhaps the longest fight he'd been in, the fights at the raid had been separated into several, but at least at that time he had been able to catch his breath in between each one. But this? He didn't have that option.
He felt his right forepaw scrape Ashiel's left ankle, but since he had failed to actually grab hold, he replanted his paw on the ground. His right shoulder likewise would miss, as did his chest but still he wouldn't lose hope. His teeth would connect with Ashiel's body, leaving light lacerations and his left shoulder would connect in some form as well, though not in the way he had hoped. Dragon would strive to keep his defenses in place, tail tucking, ears pinning to his head, hackles remained raised along his body, shoulders rolled forward to protect the sides of his neck, scruff bunched, head lowering once again over his throat, chin tucking and his legs were equidistant apart with toes splayed and claws biting the earth for traction.
In a quick ditch effort, Dragon sought to hop away from Ashiel, hind paws doing a sort of half-hop and stumble to his own right, somewhat displacing Ashiel's attacks but not completely. With this half-attempt at escaping Ashiel's onslaught, his hind end dropped lower to the ground in a sort of half crouch, knees bent and legs coiled. His movement would displace his opponents onslaught to higher up on his rump and upper thigh. Ashiel's chest would graze the upper portion of the left side of Dragon's thigh, his left shoulder struck Dragon's upper left side just above his abdomen, leaving a moderate bruise and lastly, Ashiel's fangs would cut into his left thigh a few inches from the top of his rump, leaving behind moderate lacerations. Ashiel would also succeed in hooking Dragon's left hind ankle, however, with most of his weight upon his hind legs and with his hind end crouched close to the ground, Ashiel would fail in unbalancing the earthen alpha.
Adrenaline was wearing off, and this fight needed to end. Be it he or his opponent that walked away victorious today, he had to admit that Ashiel seemed quite the worthy opponent. Though Dragon hadn't been in too many fights as crazy as this, he didn't think he'd mind pitting himself against Ashiel again in the future if only to test one another for sport or for stakes such as this.
Now, it was his turn to have one last go before the last of his energy died out. Dragon curled his upper body inwards towards his left and towards Ashiel, seeking to thrust the entirety of his chest into Ashiel's left flank, his hind legs uncoiling, thrusting him forward as he pushed against the ground with as much power and force as he could. His goal was to unbalance him, perhaps even topple him over if he could. His left shoulder lanced forward, the earthen male seeking to drive it directly into the left side of Ashiel's abdomen (stomach?) just behind his rib cage where the flesh was tender to try and leave bruising and make sore the tender flesh and muscle that sat there. Simultaneously, his right shoulder would seek to dig into Ashiel's rib cage, more so to make these close quarters uncomfortable should his opponent seek to follow his movements, though bruising would be a bonus.
Dragon's ears flicked slightly when he heard a warning cry from Shiva, and suddenly he remembered that Ashiel had a bird with him. In the nick of time, Dragon ducked his head lower towards Ashiel's abdomen, ears tightly tucked but it didn't completely save him. He felt Griff's talons hit somewhere on the top of his head, ultimately lopping off part of his right ear (like ~this~ but more tattered) but the adrenaline and focus on the fight had kept him from feeling exactly what damage had been done. and a moment after he could feel blood trickling down the side of his face. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Dragon sucked it up and pressed on.
Running footsteps caught his attention, and before he knew it he could hear a fierce battle cry and then Shiva's scent hit him. His female companion had at last entered the fray, seeking to aid him in his endeavor. She came in from behind Ashiel and in front of Dragon, the feline aiming a right forepaw straight at Ashiel's right hind ankle. She sought to slash at Ashiel's achilles tendon, seeking to cut through tendons and muscle in an effort to ultimately end this match! As Shiva did this, Dragon would do what he could to try and bring this to an end. Win or lose, he would have no qualms with Ashiel over this. Well, asides from the fact that he thought they were friends..or at least acquaintances on some level. Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps not. He didn't know.
Dragon twisted his head towards Ashiel's left hind leg, jaws gaping open as he sought to pierce and grip Ashiel's left thigh. Upper fangs sought the inner part of Ashiel's thigh, and bottom fangs sought the outer, meaty part. He sought to grip just above Ashiel's knee, and as he attempted this, his right forepaw once again, aimed to hook around Ashiel's left hind ankle in an attempt to drag the foot towards him to both make Ashiel stumble and to bring his leg further into his mouth. Hopefully, Shiva's attack would distract his opponent, but whether or not this worked, Dragon's energy was nearly depleted...
Dragon vs Ashiel for TALIS |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.