Make Way For Young Blood

He wanted this fight to look convincing, at least enough to earn her the rank. He hardly cared what shape he left in as long as he was standing and could make the trip to Deathbelle without keeling over first. He chose to stay on the defensive side of this fight, wishing not to hurt the smaller girl even though the size between them would make it easy to do so. He'd never forgive himself if he hurt Asla anyway. Training was one thing, but a brawl over a rank that held little importance to him now was something else entirely.

She had dodged his reach for her scruff, aiming now for his throat which he managed to avoid the brunt of. Bleeding heavily enough from his jaw was plenty, though he did allow her to get some kind of purchase on his throat so this would be over soon. Feeling the pressure she applied to the bend of a foreleg was a smart move for a smaller wolf to make, quickly causing his leg to buckle, and with her weight against him and the loss of blood, he began to fall.