Let's get ready to rumble!

Tyrian was a great deal more successful than he was used to and his first instinct was to be suspicious. In order for him to be that successful he had to either be a) really damn good or b) he'd made a mistake somehow. And while it was in character for him to think the former he'd gotten his ass kicked just often enough to make him know better. There was something he hadn't foreseen.

Ah, yep, she'd been right. Luta ducked her head under his chest instead of letting her face get smothered in the fluff of his chest. The moment she started to snake forward he knew he was in trouble. Her teeth dug into his belly just below his ribs and he stifled a yelp and quickly sought retaliation. Tyrian sought to slash his fangs up the right side of her back towards her neck/his chest. His goal was to follow along beside her spine but not so close as to jeopardize anything too important.

He was not unsettled by her attempt to throw him over backwards. Tyrian bore down and sought to lean all of his weight on Luta in order to suppress her movements. In addition to this he tried to wrap his forelegs around her ribs just behind her forelegs. If he could just hold her still he could control the fight.

Tyrian versus Luta for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: Bard (n/a this fight)