Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands

He could feel some connection from the kick, some pressure on one of his toes as it caught something. Though he didn't see the hit, he was at least happy it  had the effect he'd wanted. His balance was intact. The bite didn't hit how he wanted, but hey, a hit was a hit? Well, maybe not if you hurt almost as much as your opponent. Was one of his smaller front teeth a little loose? Yikes.

Legs remained spread evenly apart, joints bent slightly and toes spread with claws dug into the dirt beneath him. Tail flagged out, adjusting it's position with his every move to aid the man in maintaining his balance through the fight. Through narrowed eyes he did his best to keep tabs on his opponent's movements to the best of his ability. She was moving again, coming in for retaliation. He felt her fangs sink into the skin on the left side of his neck, getting mostly scruff but with a reasonably good hold that would draw blood. Letting a soft growl rumble past gritted teeth, he quickly sought to retaliate.

Amos' head and neck angled to the left, jaws parting and aiming to land a bite on the sensitive skin just behind De's left shoulder with the intent of getting a hold on any loose skin there and leaving moderate puncture wounds in the process. If she kept up the shaking she'd started then getting a tight hold would stead him before he got too dizzy. He'd push off his right front leg a bit to get some force behind the bite, seeking to get close.

At the same time Amos would move his weight to his hind legs only long enough to lift his left front paw and seek to slam it down on Dea's own left front forcefully, hoping to leave her with mild bruising as he resettled his weight more evenly.

The shaking of her head with such force was getting a little overwhelming, so after a moment's thought he'd curl his hind end to the left enough to seek to swat at her eyes with his tail with the intention of stinging them and hopefully causing her to loosen her grip or at least stop the shaking. His hackles remained raised down his spine, joints bent slightly, shoulders rolled forward to push up his scruff which was the only reason she hadn't hit anything beneath said skin and fur with her bite.

Amos vs. Dea for Spar
Round 2/3
Height: 36 inches
Build: Heavy