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His teeth caught and held as his opponent tried to pull away... but then a heavy weight was suddenly slammed into his sensitive nose and teeth, shoved his head back to arch his neck achingly past the point that was comfortable, shoved him back onto his heels. Corvus tried to let go but the weight of his opponent shoved Corvus' muzzle further between his jaws and pried them open til the muscles ached. Artur brought his forepaws up to press against Corvus and then shoved hard with both his forepaws and his hindquarters, sending himself sprawling backwards. He sprang back up but backed away, signaling an end to the fight. He worked his jaw and neck to get some of the ache out of the strained muscles, then nodded painfully to the older male. "Well fought," he said with distant politeness. "I thank you for the spar." His face hurt abominably where Corvus' bite had lacerated it, but he kept his expression smooth as he inclined his head in farewell and trotted away. Back to Valhalla, then, to get his wounds seen to.