Acere vs Ashmedai

Ashmedai had waited impatiently for his round. He'd start off fighting the victor of another match. As fate had it, that victor was Acere. The man strolled up, all suited up and with two foxes with him. Didn't any of these wolves know how to fight on their own, Ash wondered a little exasperatedly. At this rate, he would need to get companions just to fight off other companions. He did, however have his spiked armor, so that was a plus.

He introduced himself as Acere and Ashmedai nodded, "Ashmedai Imperialis."

As Acere's companions began to circle, Ash groaned inwardly. This had to be some form of cheating, didn't it? Then again, it would be pretty badass if he was able to take all three of them down.

Acere charged, but Ash stayed planted. As he drew near, he feigned to Ash's left. Just as he did, Ash launched himself backwards and to his left with his left shoulder out in hopes of clipping the other male in the center of his chest [counter]. He was getting close to the edge of the ring. Couldn't move back anymore. Acere's right forepaw did hook Ash's left forepaw and Ash let him, shifting his weight to his other three paws as he let his left forepaw go limp. He flashed a silly smile at the large male. Playing footsie, eh? Acere's bite sunk around the center of Ash's back, just below his shoulder blades.

The man's teeth pierced deep and Ash doubted he could shake the larger man easily. He did, however, attempt to push into him with his left shoulder in hoped of piercing Acere's flesh with his spikes. Ashmedai turned his head and sought to bite Acere's right shoulder, where the shoulder met the neck. Chomp chomp motherfucker.

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Ashmedai vs Acere for tourney
Round: 1/2
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Definitely not BDSM spiky arm and shoulder pads.
Fight Skill Level: Advanced