Tyranis vs Justice

The fight was halted, she was declared the winner, and justice stood panting, spitting out blood and fur. She wasn't too tired to appreciate the surge of triumph that followed the fading adrenaline, and she straightened, grinning. She had been doing an awful lot of leaping about though, and she did need a moment to catch her breath. She eyed her opponent as she did, now tailless and unfinished-looking without the bushy adornment, and she felt suddenly very guilty. This wasn't like the raid, where Dragon had deserved her fierce anger and gruesome retaliation for his attack on her home. This guy had just been in a tournament. While he knew what he was signing up for when he had stepped into the ring, she still felt a bit like she had wronged him somehow by taking so much from him in the heat of the moment. She shifted her weight back and forth, shuffling her paws in the sand guilting, then spoke up abruptly. "If you come by before my next fight I can stop the bleeding and put something on that for you." She said it all in a sharp rush, then bounded out of the ring, where she paused and turned her head back to him. "Probably," she added with obviously begrudging honesty. Well, she didn't have much training but she surely knew enough to stop bleeding and sterilize the wound. "Just ask for Justice." With that she bounded away, clearing the ring for the next pair.