a little visit

Typhon's own fighting style was definitely less calculated and definitely more... well, desperate... than his nephew's own. The slightly older male had no qualms against injuring himself in a fight to come out on top, or to further prove his worth. Sadly, his injury went without reward, because despite pushing his full weight into Malleus, Typhon simply didn't possess the strength to overpower him. Only briefly would he stumble before regaining his composure.

Before Typhon had time to react, Malleus had reared up on his hind legs and pulled himself upright. His paws sought to wrap around his neck, and in a split second Typhon found that he'd underestimated his nephew's strength. The pressure of Malleus's bear hug made him lose his balance, and he went crashing down to his side, bracing himself for the impact. That was it - Malleus had won. In a real battle, this could mean his defeat - or worse, even his death - and he couldn't help but scold himself for the mishap. "Alright, you win," Typhon huffed, breathing heavily now from the practice spar they'd engaged in. "I underestimated you, nephew. That was a good fight." Of course, Typhon thought highly of his family members, but he was impressed that Malleus had beaten him with relatively ease. He could only hope the alpha wouldn't think any less of him for it.