no promises no demands [RAID]
Plague was silently declared victor of his first fight. The two parted from their dance and he seemed to shake out his limbs slightly. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins as his forest green eyes grazed over his form opponents body. Blood stained the pair of them but he seemingly felt fine. The chemicals in his brain urged him to keep going after feeling a rush of excitement from a real victory. "Good fight." Gruff vocals escaped a rigid jaw. Before Sirius padded closer Plague looked around at the battlefield. He witnessed some of his brethren retreating and a small twinge of annoyance came forth. Despite it being a practice raid he did not want to lose. The sight of Venom falling back made him only desire to continue on even more. He hoped to be her second one day and Plague wanted nothing more then to prove his worth. Thus, as Sirius padded up, dismissed his pupil, then challenged Plague... There was no resistance. "Sirius." They had never spent time with one another but he respected the warlord. A force to be reckoned with. Now it was time for Plague to experience said force. The younger male settled into a familiar defensive stance before the fight ensued. Ears flicked back, lips curled up, and eyes narrowed. He lowered his body towards the ground a bit, distributed his weight evenly between four large paws, and raised his hackles. Plague was prepared as he ever would be to fight such a titan. Sirius charged at Plague and in an instant the slightly shorter male sprinted forward. As the distance closed between them Plague aimed to side step to his right. Using those last strides to do so quickly and fluently. This movement caused a partial dodge of a massive impact but Plague did not clear the titan entirely. Sirius' shoulder managed to hit the very edge of Plague's causing the younger male to jolt a bit. He sucked in a breath and growled it out before aiming to whizz by, knowing that the impact would cause more bruising. Plague attempted to ram his left shoulder into Sirius' abdomen, around the center of the rib cage. Meanwhile, he also aimed snapping fangs at the warlord's upper leg hind leg, an attempt at being the first to draw blood.
Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Sirius Fatalis for Dominance
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