Canis Solus

Crimson gaze fell on someone familiar. Someone he didn't fully expect to show, but here she was. Except this time, she smelled like a pack rat. And if course, she was his nephews pack rat. So, he had gotten his paws on her? And by the smell of it, he had gotten her pregnant, too. At least, he assumed it had been Tyranis. He didn't know for sure. She was willing to fight like that? He eyed her, wondering if this was some sort of trick. But no matter the case, it was her decision. He would not hold back against someone that pledged themselves to his enemies. "Leera, I'm surprised to see you here." He sort of was, in a way. But at the same time was he really? Their first encounter had been interesting enough. She seemed bold. Fearless. Perhaps even a bit too cocky for her own good, and yet here she was going as far as to risk her unborn pups in a fight. For what?

He couldn't say he cared much, so he didn't think much about it. She offered him the first move, and he wouldn't hesitate to take it. He smirked at her words, crimson gaze narrowing on her. "I think it's you who should be worried..." He growled. The titan began to settle into his defenses then. Hackles rose along his spine, eyes narrowing to crimson slits as his lips lifted to bare stained fangs. He spread his legs to hip and shoulder width apart, knees bending to lower himself closer to the ground. Leera was many times smaller than he was, and while she had advantages of her own, so too did he. He had been in many fights before, his victories marked his body in many places. He was a seasoned warrior, and she would learn that today.

He finished settling his defenses by rolling his neck and shoulders forward to bunch his scruff, head lowering over his throat and chin tucking as his tail flagged out to act as a rudder for balance. Claws dug into the earth and toes splayed across the ground.

He was ready.

They were more or less about ten or so feet from one another, and as soon as Ace got into position, he charged. He sought to close the distance between them, attempting to come at her head on. Paws pounded against the ground as he moved, and as he sought to get close, he thrust his chest forward and attempted to smash the bottom center of his chest straight into Leera's face while simultaneously lifting his left forepaw. He sought to bring it down hard upon her right forepaw, wanting to crush her toes to bruise or potentially fracture them as well as pin her in place. As he attempted to do this, his head snaked forward, jaws wide open as he aimed a bite at the very back of her neck where it met the base of her skull. He wanted to try and pierce her with his fangs, to seek a grip and get control of her head. If he could render her immobile, then it would be less work to do, later.

Acere VS Leera for SPAR
Round: 1/?
Height: 45"
Build: Heavy

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