Flip the Script

Noir felt his excitement rise as the interloper snarled at him, adrenaline started coursing through his young veins as his opponent squared up with him. The striped pup didn't let his blue and lavender gaze leave Tornadic's bright eyes. He fell into an instinctual fighting stance, knees bent and weight distributed evenly between his four paws. Noir lowered his center of gravity as the Praetor boy leapt at him, intent on pushing him over.

Noir didn't have enough time to counter-attack but he wasn't about to be knocked down by some kid! With his teeth showing in his own dark snarl the boy braced for impact, lowering his center of gravity by bending his joints. He was just slightly lower when Tornadic hit him hard, but he didn't go sprawling. He had to take a recovery step, and was forced back. A too eager smile overtook his features as a spark ignited in his eyes.

"My turn." He growled from the bottom of his chest. Which wasn't very deep for a season old pup, but it was as menacing as Noir could get. "I am Noir Destruction, the mighty mountain! And I said Back. Off." He had coiled his haunches and now he was going for his own attack, aiming the broad side of his thick neck at the underside of Tornadic's. He had the clever idea of restricting his windpipe while his shoulder aimed to hit Torn's sternum and knock the wind from him.

Noir felt excitement rush through him, his first real conflict with another wolf. Yeah he picked on his sister's but he had never gotten this rough with them. He felt just like when he had attacked the cat. Fearless. He should have been paying more attention to the slippery ledge.