I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones ("Challenge")

Though nothing else had bothered the would-be usurper up to this point, the implication that the pack needed protecting from him seemed to hit a bit of a sore spot for him. Enrico merely raised a brow, then nodded once, slowly, as the other male backed off. He spent a moment to look around at all the witnesses, some from Niente, some not, and he felt a spike of sadness at the inevitability of it all. He'd been certain that he'd go out fighting Basileus to the death, not having his pack taken by some young gun with big plans. Well, maybe this was better.

The other male gave him a moment to settle his defenses before charging at him. Enrico dodged to the side, but his reflexes weren't what they once were and he was out of practice. He'd not moved entirely aside when the boy hit him, shoulder to shoulder, the force spinning him to slam his chest into the side of the taller male's shoulder. Enrico bit back a yelp, instead slashing with his teeth for Chaos' shoulder. They snapped at one another, blood blooming on both dark coats.

The two broke off slightly, a few inches of breathing space that gave Enrico a moment to try to put weight on his injured foreleg, but it wouldn't hold his weight. He took a deep breath and settled himself on his three good legs before the larger male rushed him again.