Yarikh vs Basilia
Once more, the coywolves summoned Yarikh from the crowd, and the brute stepped forth with a single blink of his bottomless eyes. If not for the rest of the excitement happening around him, he might have come down from the rush of his last fight; instead, though, the air stank of blood and arousal, filling his nostrils just as the pounding of his heart filled his ears. His face was blank, void even of pain despite the fresh aches in his newly warmed muscles, but inside, he was sky high with adrenaline and itching to push himself a little further.
The rules were much the same as last time, except that this time, his health was truly on the line. Of course Yarikh was bound to gain a few scars from his first battle once all the scrapes and scuffs healed over, but if he lost to his new opponent, then he risked...well, from the sounds of it, more scars, albeit more serious ones. But he was no stranger to injury. Suffering had practically raised the man, after all.
However, that did not stop him from sizing up the rather sizable woman who joined him in the ring. And the bird nearby. She was not only considerably taller but heavier as well, which meant he had little room for error or misstep--especially if she also had eyes in the sky. Without hesitation, Yarikh squared up, paws splaying beneath loose and ready legs to dig into the ground. His head and tail leveled with his spine as his hackles bristled along its length. Ears flattened, eyes narrowed, and lips pulled back in a show of his freshly bloodied teeth. Finally, as they were released to fight, he brought his shoulders forward to bunch up his scruff and guard his throat. If she was not about to hold back, then neither was he.
As the female barreled toward his left front, Yarikh jutted forward and to the right, setting him parallel to her left side and, more importantly, placing his flank where his scruff might have been. Though her jab did not find its mark, her jaws landed there upon his flank, sending a snarl forth from his throat as he retaliated with his own waiting maw, which he aimed at the soft flesh of her left side, situated just behind her ribs.
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Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Accessory: n/a
Defensive Accessory: n/a
Companion 1: n/a
Companion 2: n/a
Mutation: n/a
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: n/a