Felicien vs Acere
His fangs were to land, though definitely not where he intended. The chance of keeping a hold was stripped away from him but at the very least he had managed to leave cuts upon Acere’s ribs. His claws managed to get into the webbing as well, but it was a small victory. The real wounds wouldn’t be an issue until later.
Felicien hadn’t noticed the foxes at first, luckily taking note of the male just as he lunged. The male had already been correcting his defenses, tucking his chin, when the young one went for his throat. He brought his muzzle down further, using it in hopes of catching the fox and tossing him off to the side where he hopefully wouldn’t damage the companion too much.
He certainly wasn’t counting on a sneak attack from the second companion, however, and he her bodily slam into him with enough oomph to cause him to stumble forward just a touch. It was enough to make him toss his head up with more force as the fox neared it and Feli hoped the companion wouldn’t get tossed much harder than he expected. He didn’t want to hurt them badly… this was a mere dominance match after all.
His tail, too, swept up as he stumbled, right towards Acere’s jaws. Felicien’s snarled as he felt the pain of those teeth digging into flesh. The attacks his opponents had left on him had left him feeling that familiar sting of battle… bleeding. Living.
Felicien felt his heart racing excitedly in his chest as he worked to spin towards his opponent in that next moment and snap at the exposed part of Acere’s hind leg. It was an awkward position to be certain, but the man wasn’t sure what else to do with his tail in the pale man’s mouth. Fangs sought the fleshy back area of his thigh, hoping to dig in and, maybe, just maybe get a hold this time. It left Felicien twisted in a bit of a “c” shape but hey, at least he was attempting to fix the positioning he was in. |