just like a one winged duck

His claws hit air as Pestilence swept it up out of his grasp and around his neck. Good, good. Although he couldn't tell if she'd anticipated his move or gotten lucky by virtue of making her own attack, there was one thing he knew for sure: she was fast. Pestilence had succeeded in getting her arms around him in a flash. If she had made any miscalculation it was in thinking her momentum would be enough to unbalance him. He felt her shove against him, but with his greater weight and widely planted feet there wasn't much more he needed to do to thwart her attack than windmill his tail a couple times to steady himself.  

Tyrian loved a good fight and already he was getting a sense that she hadn't exaggerated her skill. Even though he couldn't put it into words there was something about those first few seconds when going hands on with someone that spoke volumes. He lifted his left foreleg and attempted to wrap it around the underside of her neck and hook it around his right forepaw, thus turning his one armed, good Christian side hug into a full on, no room for Jesus bear hug. If they were going grapple, by they were going to grapple. Tyrian slammed forward, attempting to use his greater size to muscle Pestilence to the ground.

In a real fight he would have used his saber fangs by now, but they were meant for stabbing and that was a little much for a friendly spar like this one. He had yet to work the specifics out of Alarr but he doubted his brother would be too happy with him if he accidentally stabbed his girlfriend to death.

Tyrian versus Pestilence for Spar
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear cape
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Striped Skunk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Bard (n/a)