Valentine vs Hannibal
Blood flowed from both Hannibal and Valentine's craniums. Crimson painted a few painful gashes along the albino's muzzle while it also dripped from Valentine's left ear. They both remained in a dance but the fight was defusing rather quickly. The coydog's made it clear that the Taskmaster was indeed the champion and by the looks of it he had managed to properly maim his opponents left ear. A smirk fell upon his pink lips as they both lowered down onto all fours once again. It was a solid fight and despite the goal for the victor to come forth maimless it seemed Hannibal would likely be left with a mild scar to remember Valentine by. The crowd roar with excitement and the albino silently relished in his victory. Hannibal was not so tasteless to give himself too much praise for he had another battle to come. He had bested an older male, so be it, the next match may not be so simply won. Despite the albinos arrogant ways he was rather focused and humbled by the tournament. No one would respect him if he were cocky so early on. "Good fight. The name is Hannibal, by the way." He offered his name for the sake of respect before moving out of the ring. Hopefully the coydogs had something to stop his muzzle from bleeding so much so he wouldn't get woozy in the oncoming match. -exit Hannibal to wait for next match- |