You Woke The Devil

At first it seemed as though his clawed slap had done the trick, but no, the woman didn't have the sense to stay down. She lunged at his leg and succeeded in catching it at the wrist before he could pull it completely out of harm's way. A searing pain shot up his leg as her teeth sunk in, but he ignored it. It was time to put an end to this mess. If she did not have the sense to stay down then he would remove disobedience as an option. With that in mind Tyrian sought to wrap his free arm over Viper's shoulder while dragging the 'captured' one further under his body. The idea was to pull her in close enough for him to press the entirety of his weight onto her shoulders. Being far heavier, if he was successful it was likely she would be forced to the ground. Once pinned under him she would be powerless; any attempt to fight would be in vain and either she would have to come to terms with the fact that submission was unavoidable, or they would decide her fate while she continued to be unreasonable. Somewhere in the back of his mind nagged the thought that this woman had already bested one skilled fighter. Tyrian had the sense to be wary of her. Even though the odds were in his favor he knew better than to pin his expectations on them. For that reason he was tense and alert; keyed up to her every move. If he could help it he would not be taken unawares.

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)