Chaos vs Odysseus

Chaos' struggling was for naught, as the heftier male's weight simply bore down on him. His teeth clicked together short of their goal, and it was all he could do to hold both his and Odysseus' weight up with his forelegs enough to not be flattened to the ground so he couldn't use one to pull his target closer either. Chaos grunted in effort, trying to straighten his forelegs and simply throw his opponent off him... but then to add insult to injury, the damn monkey's teeth closed in the fleshy muscle of Chaos' rear. Startled by the sudden and unexpected pain, he yelped and, without his attention forcing them straight, his forelegs collapsed and left him flat on the ground with the wind knocked out of him and it didn't take long after that for the coydog to declare the Abaven male the winner.

When the pair were disentangled, Chaos shook himself with a wry grin. He wasn't too disappointed since he'd get another shot at the title if he worked his way up through the losing bracket, but damn if it didn't sting a little, particularly with the parting shot the male sent after him. "Hey, you can't say it wasn't innovative!" he called after the other male, and if he'd been human he'd have thrown in a nice pair of fingerguns but he isn't so he didn't. He did, however give the male a broad wink over his crooked grin, then added "Come see me if you want a pack that won't waste your talent, buddy!"